Redhawk Caldera d'fwan, glue in the business weave.

Elwood was the type of wolf who avoided conflict; he was generally slow to anger. It took a lot to push his buttons, as he had shown time and time again. But even he drew a line, and finding out what had happened to Wildfire had pushed him right over it. He was frustrated, hurt, worried, and just plain mad. He didn't understand how anyone could behave the way Wildfire's captors had, and it sickened him to know that they were only a stone's throw from his family.

He was silent for some time after Finley spoke, the only sound being the rustle of their paws against dry grass. Her fears were legitimate, he felt; if these wolves were willing to kidnap and torture an innocent individual, then what would stop them from committing other heinous crimes? He was extremely uncomfortable with their proximity to Redhawk Caldera, according to Wildfire's report. The short distance had worked out in her favor when she fled her abductors, but now they were too close for comfort.

"We have to do something," he agreed after a long pause. "We can't sit back and wait for their next attack. I won't put our family at risk by doing nothing." But would he be putting his family even more at risk by confronting these strange wolves? He gnawed thoughtfully on his lower lip, brow deeply furrowed as he considered their options.