Redhawk Caldera the part you throw away

Apparently his initial assessment had been correct; this wolf had something shoved way up where the sun don't shine.  He was sorta 2 for 2 on that, with wolves he'd met from this pack.  He supposed he could chalk it up to his sister's wonderful taste in character.

"Alright then, not-kid, what should I call you?"  He took the asshole moniker in stride, figuring it to be not unfair.  He'd been called worse.  His tone was affable, and he sat down easily.  He wasn't about to chase Screech down if he decided to dart off, but he wasn't opposed to a chat.  Maybe he was just knocking the unfriendly introductions out first, and the rest of the pack were perfectly normal and boring.