Phantom Hollow How large the teeth?

Can't resist, hope you don't mind!

FitzDutiful was out scouting the lay of the land when he came across a familiar scent, one of Fox and the Redhawk Caldera. It was an odd feeling that stirred for he had recently been chased away from their lands and yet this scent seemed to suggest they were now out of Caldera lands. He wasn't sure what to make of it and so he approached cautiously.

He really didn't want to run into Fox but the sight before his eyes was that of a lone wolf. One who must have been close enough to pick up the scent of Fox but not close enough to be one of them yet. Why would they let this wolf near them when they wouldn't even talk to him? Keeping an eye out to be sure that the alpha-ess wasn't hiding somewhere and prone to attack (though he didn't know about the incident he didn't trust them to play nice) he wandered closer.

"You there," he said, raising his voice to carry across the distance. "Why do you smell of Fox and yet not of the Caldera?"