Moonspear And that first kiss coming

Being from the Caldera was perhaps his worst offense in itself. Despite the disdainful undertone she knew she wore, he was respectfully presenting and quick to the useful explanation. Tempered, held steady as she was, she listened on, but still had next to nothing to supply. Her puppies were the only ones on this mountain. "Hm. Nothing of the sort here," she shook her head, quick and curt. Only nearby, had there been another that she'd not known personally and did not exactly meet any of the descriptions even remotely. Aside from being a wayward youth. "Just a tawny juvenile passed by here a little while back, moping along. My mate encountered him," she gestured vaguely northward out into the wilds. The details wrung from Charon hadn't been overly numerous, but it had come up idly somewhere along the line considering their mutual feelings for the Redhawks. Mainly she was glad the speckled alpha had done what she would have, too, and that the wandering boy was deflected elsewhere. She didn't have time for any emotional baggage like someone's orphaned whelp right now.

"The kidnapper, though. Anything else to know? How.. did it come about?" she pried lightly. Black wolf with red eyes was just a start and truth be told, the circumstance of a kidnapped pup interested her for her own reference's sake -- what to avoid doing if at all possible with her own lot. She didn't want to send her own scouts on similiar missions one day.