Big Salmon Lake You talkin' to me

Dove answered his question and FitzDutiful responded with a nod, he padded over to a side of the lake and began to drink, keeping his eyes on both the white wolf and her little ward in case the situation began to turn dire. The young one seemed interested in more than a curt meeting though, as she questioned who he was and introduced them with names and didn't seem quite real if the reaction from 'Cloud' was anything to go by.

"Nice to meet you Dhole," it seemed such an odd name to pick, "I'm FitzDutiful, from Silvertip Mountain, I'm out looking for lone wolves to recruit." She was harmless and he hoped that the white wolf hearing this would know he wasn't here to hurt or hinder them. As he spoke he kept his immediate attention on her but warily paid attention to his other senses in case more Redhawk Caldera wolves approached. He knew the extents he would be willing to go to in order to protect Mason or June and didn't doubt that Peregrine and Fox would do the same.