Redhawk Caldera ...and then everything goes screaming off the rails and it's our asses.

When Fiadh responded, it took every ounce of Colt's self control to contain the laugh that almost burst forth.  Instead he bit back a smile, and automatically glanced at Elwood, half expecting a rebuke.  When none came, his opinion of the man rose a bit.  He wouldn't have minded, of course, but from where he stood, no young wolf ever was hurt by a touch of fire.  Quite the opposite.

But they would not be fighting, and Colt knew better than to go against Finley on that matter.  "If you run into one, I'm sure you will." he responded, voice duly impressed.

Towhee drew him in then, and he paused, surprised.  Spar?  Shit it had been a while.  Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged.  "I'm game, if you like."  He might be rusty, but he was sure there was a thing or two he could show.