Redhawk Caldera Saving people, hunting things: the family business.

She knew there were several packs in the vicinity of the territories she haunted, but Owl was a wraith that wove her way in the shadows of the neutral zone; she was careful not to be seen, nor caught by her territorial brethren. But their nearness was a comfort, even as she feared them, for it meant they did not fear the monsters that had hunted— were hunting?— her for so long. The conversation she held with Finley, as short and terrifying as it had been, had awoken a curiosity within her— a hunger to be with her kind, to no longer be alone.

That was terrifying, too.

She caught a scent that reminded her of Finley and followed it, not realizing how dangerously close she was to trespassing, freezing in her tracks when the silhouettes of two wolves made their appearance.