Redhawk Caldera vividly

Not presuming to know anything about this situation, it only took a moment for Kaizer to retreat out of his own defensiveness, and to yet again assume a standing position of attentive deference. His eyes shifted between alpha and shadow respectively, but after finding nothing but a wide-eyed support system in the silk-onyx faerie, his gaze settled on the small, fire-lashed wolf at the Caldera's helm. He could feel his body ache at the sight of her; her scent tearing his insides apart as he fought the need to carouse with her.

He was loathe to speak, but took her question as command, which made it easier to reluctantly say: "Kaizer Bluesummer."