Redhawk Caldera Words don't make the rain go

Each paw print, footprint and hoof print he found along the lake’s edge was logged even if they were a few days old. The territory was thriving, with a balance of wolves and other animals that lived in the area. He’d checked out several sets of paw prints belonging to packmates he had yet to meet, and gathered what intelligence he could about them by the scent they left behind. 

One area was obviously a place that was frequented by both Eljay and Maia- perhaps it was their favourite place to go for a drink, but when he heard youthful voices calling out nearby, he smiled faintly. This was probably the closest water source they could get to, snag a drink, and then get back to the kids. 

It certainly sounded like one of them was having a good time, as their high little voice called out over and over. Such was the way with kids- they found something they liked to do, and they’d do it a lot. Figuring perhaps that Eljay and Maia might want a break from being serenaded, Bronco headed off in the direction of the den, and soon saw the very vocal culprit, sunning on a stone and singing to the sky. 

In a gesture he hoped would be received as benevolent, he flashed her a gentle smile and tilted his head back, adding his voice to hers as softly as he could, so that his voice wouldn’t simply overpower hers, but compliment it.