Redhawk Caldera in a field of broken antlers, i'm holy

When a stranger's howl pierced the air, Elwood stiffened. He was on edge, especially now that things had been set into motion with Drageda. He loped along the borders from the opposite edge of the caldera, and was somewhat relieved when he heard Lagan's voice a few minutes later. At least he could be sure that nothing terrible was happening; his son sounded perfectly fine.

He laid eyes on the unfamiliar wolf's gaunt frame as he approached and came to stand alongside Lagan. He looked harmless enough, and normally Elwood might have taken pity on him. However, he saw another mouth to feed, and a body that wouldn't be up to the task of fighting to defend their home. So far, he wasn't impressed. "Is this a friend of yours?" he asked, directing the question at Lagan.