Big Salmon Lake Sharknado

He hadn't expected her to confirm his suspicions; he had been joking, more or less. He grimaced again at her gruesome tale and felt even more appalled by her camaraderie with the blackbirds. In any case, she had wrought her vengeance upon the assailant in question and, according to her, this had won the birds' respect. How strange.

"An eye for an eye, eh?" he quipped rhetorically, then paused for a moment to contemplate the information given. The name didn't strike fear in his heart by any means, though he didn't have the best impression of her pack. At least they were from the south. He wouldn't have to chase her off on those grounds, though his cordiality would have its limits regardless.

"I'm the Alpha of Redhawk Caldera," he replied. "Were you born there? Do you like it?" What did the adults think about the ravens (or crows) feeding on the eyes of their young, he wondered?