Redhawk Caldera there'll be peace when you are done.

A nod was the only confirmation he got, but for a wolf of comparatively few words, Nightjar was fine with that. He would seek out this Lagan himself eventually and come to know the sort of strength the Blackthorn possessed. Physical strength was not the only sort—even he wasn't that stupid—but given how Eljay was, he had a hard time believing Finley. In spite of his utmost respect for the pair, whom he had never had cause to question, he still couldn't believe that any wolf who came from Finley and Elwood's whelping den were worth their salt, and he needed to see it for himself before he would offer his respect to one of their offspring. In spite of his harsh judgments, Nightjar truly did hope she was right about her second son.

"Sure," he agreed, falling into line with the Alpha female. So brief and focused was his account of his time away—a rather boring and lonesome affair littered with skirmishes and theft, if we're being honest—that by the time they reached the lake, he had already finished his telling of it.