Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

He was a tenderfoot. Towhee squinted, inferring some of his frustration with the number of loners and aspiring packs in the area. She snorted unwittingly, judging each and every faceless wolf out there who had struck out on his or her own at this time of year. She hadn't even properly weathered a winter herself, though she knew instinctively that this was the wrong time of year to be caught on one's own or doing something as foolhardy as trying to establish a brand new territory. They would all certainly die.

It then occurred to her that the very wolf who seemed to share her condemnations must be a loner himself. "What about you?" she pointed out this hypocrisy to him. Towhee shook her head disapprovingly. "You should be joining a pack, stat... that is, if you want to survive the winter." She snorted again, the noise loud enough to be doubly rude. "Just don't join up with the Blackfeathers. They're sadistic enough to keep prisoners—and I assume the entire pack must be in on something that nefarious—and they're about to have the might of three packs thrown at them." So that was a bit of tall talk, though she knew it was only a matter of time before the Redhawks and company made a move of some kind.