Redhawk Caldera Within the national park

Sorry for the delay!

At first glance he'd thought Niamh had come home on her own. The golden shape looked too large to be her, but she had been pregnant last anyone had seen, and this wolf was broaching the edge of the lake when Reyes had taken notice. The sun was slanting directly in to the tradesman's eyes as he came out from the cover of trees, so that's partly why he misidentified the wolf in question. He was eager to avoid Niamh at any rate, so he moved to continue his patrol of the arboreal route he had found, and stopped short when a nagging voice in the back of his mind said, maybe man up instead of tucking tail, yeah?

Reyes wasn't the type to apologize when he was in the wrong unless absolutely necessary; such events were rare enough in his life, so he wasn't very keen on it. However that voice continued to remind him that he'd turned over a new leaf, so to speak. He was a father now, he had responsibilities. If he wanted his children to grow up and be better than him in every possible manner, he'd have to set a damn good example for them. So, with a reluctant sigh Reyes turned around and headed back towards the lake's edge.

By the time he got to the embankment the shape had moved on. He traced a few possible routes with his eyes and caught a golden sheen of something, then headed towards it. Rather than finding Niamh at the end of that winding road he found Bronco, crouched and staring at one of the woodpiles that the local beaver population had mashed together in the mud.