Redhawk Caldera I'm a blackstar.

Interesting, Elwood mused as the stranger shared more information. It made sense; Redhawk Caldera had always been a tightly-knit pack, and he knew that Peregrine and Fox had chased away more than one aspiring joiner in their time. They had also kicked members to the curb if they didn't pull their weight, like Nadie and Mazi. It was no secret that they were picky, and it didn't surprise him to hear that he had been asked to prove himself.

To add to the story, this guy was related to Panther -- who, if Elwood wasn't mistaken, was also kin to Fox. He nodded thoughtfully, considering all the factors. "Okay. Well, it sounds like you did what you were told. And we certainly need fishers these days," he commented, eyes straying to the fish again. "You'll have to keep it up," he added, taking a step back and turning his shoulder as though letting him pass through a doorway.

"What's your name?" he tacked on as an afterthought.