Redhawk Caldera that he came down on Monday

truthfully, the man had paid little attention to the moose-- more focused on not dying of hypothermia. aaron eyed the wolf who came into view, even through the weather he could tell she was a woman. his blue eyes studied her, though not so disrespectfully as it was curious. "i can help," he barked to her, offering a kind smile, though his teeth were gritted as wind whipped against him. he moved forward, as she had called to him, but stopped at the voice of another, who spoke with more purpose. that was the voice of a leader, and aaron liked to think that he too spoke with purpose and importance-- but another time he would exercise that talent.

"i am aaron odolf-- i seek shelter and a home," he called into the storm, focus on the male, "i am a seasoned warrior and guardian." just in case this man was something like himself, the dashing male lowered his head a tad bit more, to show more submission, though it burned a hole in his stomach. he was surprised so many wolves were out and about now as well-- especially with the dooming clouds that rolled in behind him.