Redhawk Caldera mayday! mayday! this ship is going down

Kaizer followed the noise in a stiff trot, his body tense as he recognized the tone as inherently male. He'd be damned if he let anyone else think they had a better chance with Fox than him, and it unfortunately set the tone of his trek towards the border beneath a chilly sunrise. Eyes scanned the premises upon arriving, pressing his ears forward as he spotted the large, dark scar marring his view of the horizon. He was large, an intimidating figure by normal standards, but Kaizer— under the assumption that this brute had arrived to dampen his chances on being top dog— was not to be deterred, and his approach was decidedly aggressive.

He set his toes on the line of Redhawk's borders, and set the (admittedly) stunning male with a blazing expression that demanded further submittance. And in knowing that the stranger's call would have likely attracted others, he was prepared to chase the wolf away if he did not cow to the newest member's heat-infested ego.