Redhawk Caldera I'm a blackstar.

The stranger was skeptical, and Dingo was tempted to remind him not to look a gift horse in the mouth — whatever that meant — but he could work with this. He stopped and turned again, facing the older wolf, and replied as confidently as he could: A couple'a guards I ran in to last time I was here, leaving out that he'd eventually been chased by those guards as well as their (presumed) leader. He backed this up by hastily adding: My brother Panther lives here, and I was told if I fed you guys enough, I'd be allowed in to see him. Or maybe to stay, but, y'know, I'm good with rollin' solo if that makes everyone happy... Dingo plastered a dejected expression across his face which was maybe 25% genuine, and his shoulders sank. Don't tell me you're gonna reneg, I've been working so hard!