Redhawk Caldera yes yes, bombay is very nice this time of year.

Colt showed up, sauntering in and taking a seat a bit away from Finley.  He'd heard rumor of their issues with this place, and had wandered that way briefly just before; a move that meant he had yet to really meet anyone from here.  Old habits die hard.

As he watched his sister rally them, it struck him again how different they'd become.  Not in a bad way, just... it would take some getting used to, this matriarchal version of his sister, when he still pictured the young wolf who used to help him bait moose and rob beehives.

He didn't speak up when she finished, but if she looked his way for confirmation, she received a nod in return.  He was there now to be a part of this, and he wasn't about to run off first sign of trouble.  Besides, they'd need his help if they had any chance of runnin these Blackfeathers out.