Redhawk Caldera rejoice, because you're trying your best

From a distance, Elwood had spotted the bedraggled stranger, and was on his way to intercept him when Towhee beat him to the punch. He loped towards the pair, taking in Towhee's aggressive stance as well as the restraint she exhibited by stopping a few feet from the other wolf. When he glanced to the male that she was confronting, he recognized him immediately despite his worn and malnourished state. The unique pelts of the Redhawk children were unforgettable.

"Titmouse?" he asked, stepping forward to stand next to Towhee. He wasn't surprised by Towhee's negative reaction; even though this was her brother, her littermate, he had still left them and was now, by her standards, an outsider. But Elwood wasn't one to turn away family. "Where have you been?" he asked, his gaze roving over the boy's thin physique and matted fur.