Redhawk Caldera Like a fallen star, or the voice of divine

There was a heavy scent of wolf on the edge of the sweeping caldera territory. Thisbe might have been uncomfortable if she understood how close she had wandered to their heavy markings on the caldera edge.

The wolves who had traveled outside of the farmer’s land had not carried a scent so heavy. Thisbe imagined there would be many wolves who roamed the territory there, hunted, searched for unwary travelers who had drawn too near to their home.

The dark she-wolf wondered where Pyramus had ventured and why he had been gone so long. If he had found these wolves, perhaps he had struck a friendship with them. Thisbe lingered several paces away from their pack claim, but she searched for signs of wolf near the border.