Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

Fin tensed when she first sensed the approach of another. She watched the spaces between the trees warily, listening and tasting the scent that approached for Redhawk. She was able to discern that whoever was coming was indeed of the pack, but not anyone she had met before. Her hackles raised in annoyance, mostly because there was a part of her that hoped it was the piece of shit that had taken her daughter so that she could tear it to shreds. This wolf might turn out to be a piece of shit for all she knew, but the justification for instant attack was woefully absent.

A quick woof to Lagan brought the boy back to her side where Liffey finally roused herself to sniff at his eye. Fin looked at them for a moment, then turned to watch as the stranger finally appeared. He paused when he spotted her, obviously surprised to find himself so near. She stared, non-plusses, as he spoke to her, and it wasn't until a few seconds after he finished talking that she breathed in a put-out sigh and decided to respond.

"No harm, no foul," Fin said with a backward glance at Liffey who stood and inched forward, reaching out with her little nose twitching toward the stranger.