Redhawk Caldera Fall'n leaves

For every ten wolves that came this close to his borders, eight of them were belligerent assholes. This one proved to be one of the very rare exceptions. She immediately won his favor by lowering herself to the ground and addressing Peregrine with the respect he deserved as leader and guardian of a nearby pack. His head and tail both arched a bit more in response, not out of hubris but to acknowledge their respective places. He relaxed slightly a moment later, his head turned sideways to pin his good eye on her.

He was almost tempted to bust out a dad joke ("Hi Lost, I'm Peregrine") but even if she was polite, she was still a stranger and possible threat. "I know of those tunnels," he mused instead, thinking of his children's escape during the infamous storm and his own descent. He suppressed a shudder. "You're in the southwest of Teekon Wilds, near Redhawk Caldera specifically. I'm Peregrine. Who are you? And where are you from?" If she was lost, maybe she just needed some guidance, a few directions. Or perhaps she was lost lost and he could recruit her, though he wouldn't get too far ahead of himself. Everything hinged on her answers to his questions.