Redhawk Caldera the part you throw away

Screech, he spat hastily, not really knowing why he was being so extra when it came to this particular wolf. Maybe it was how smug he looked? Maybe he was just having a bad day (a bad life really). Screech wasn't in the mood for playing games and he especially wasn't going to take any insults laying down. Whether Colt meant it as an insult or not.

I was born here. Who're you? To be honest, he didn't really care that much. But the stranger must've been a Redhawk of some variety or else someone would have chased him away by now - there was still time, maybe he would do it himself. Rather than waste the energy Screech decided to bide his time, get a feel for who this guy was and why he thought to insinuate himself into the boy's life so suddenly.