Redhawk Caldera [j] our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains

Curiously enough, from his closer vantage point, Elwood was able to discern that the newcomer's eyes very nearly matched Jaws'. Where one of Jaws' was more of a warm amber hue, the other wolf's was a molten gold; either way, they still both had mismatched eyes, which wasn't a trait that Elwood had come across very often.

His thoughts on appearances faded away, however, as the male introduced himself as Orpheus, or Horus. He did not seem to have a preference, but for now Elwood decided to call him by what was most likely his proper name. "Well, Orpheus, you've come to the right place to look for a home. This is Redhawk Caldera. I'm Elwood, the pack's Beta," he said with a slight inclination of his muzzle, then gestured at the soon-to-be warden. "This is Jaws."

Shifting his weight slightly, he leveled Orpheus with a firm yet not unfriendly stare. He liked what he saw: the interloper appeared to be healthy and able-bodied. Now, Orpheus had to prove himself with his words. "What benefit could you bring to our pack? What are your skills?" he asked, keeping in mind Peregrine's checklist of preferences -- hunters and guardians were always desirable, though other abilities would not be dismissed.