Redhawk Caldera New meat

Jaws and the grayjay had just finished sharing a meal of squirrel together, and now the two crested the edge of the Caldera on a leisurely stroll, the bird comfortable seated on Jaws' back. It seemed to Jaws that things had been quiet as of late, even the newer recruits had been a bit scarce, but he did not think too much of it. Jaws himself had been elusive, for despite all the progress he had made transitioning from a lone wolf to a pack wolf, he still felt the need to spend much of his time alone, and perhaps that would never change. For all the social instincts he did possess, it still went against the grain for him to converse and just socialize for the sake of it.

But Jaws had developed a keen sense of protectiveness over his pack and its claim. So, when his sweeping gaze fell on a the silhouette of someone unknown, he bristled instinctively. At first, he thought he was looking at Elwood with his gray mix of a coat, but this wolf was built noticeably different from Jaws' Beta, he was much heavier set. With a low growl, the coywolf approached, immediately throwing out a snappy question. "And who are you?"