Redhawk Caldera Fall'n leaves

The mention of a red lady made him think this wolf had met his mate. He said nothing on the matter, though, waiting patiently for a name. It struck him as familiar, though even after several beats of silence, he couldn't place it. Nor did he know anything about a shore pack, save for Stavanger Bay. This didn't perturb him much. There were now many packs in the area and they went half as fast as they came. He cared very little for the world outside his doorstep anymore and he wouldn't bother trying to keep up with it.

"You're a long way from any shore. If you head northeast from here, you'll eventually wind up at the coast, though. Do you live in a pack there? It's not many wolves that react appropriately near my borders so I am trying to decide if a recruit attempt would be wasted on you," he admitted baldly, having no desire to really beat about the bush. The caldera wasn't hurting for members and didn't really need her, though Peregrine was always open to assimilating able-bodied, well-mannered recruits.