Redhawk Caldera sit down for a spell

Peregrine had made a discovery this morning. It was a good thing he'd found it too; if one of the pups had come across it first, he might have one less kid right now. Fortunately, the caldera's royal sprogs were safe. But when a howl cut through the air and he turned to begin making his way toward the borders, he winced. There were fresh wounds on his forelegs and a deep scratch on his muzzle. He had slain the ornery old badger who kept a den at the edge of the rendezvous site, but not without taking a few hits first.

When he arrived, he saw three wolves: the familiar Tiger and then a handsomely matched pair of what looked to be timber wolves, their eyes varying shades of gold. Peregrine paused, studying them, then proceeded. In spite of his injuries, his stature was befitting an Alpha as he took up a post at his subordinate's shoulder. He greeted her with a sideways glance and switch of his tail before Peregrine focused his attention upon their guests.

"What is your business here?"