Redhawk Caldera Damocles

Fin didn't know the new guy. Had Towhee not vouched for him, she probably would've insisted that they drive him off. She wasn't eager to involve newcomers in the impending conflict with Blackfeather. Her long-term members - including those who had carried the Redhawk name previously and were recently returned - she had no qualms with involving as she felt that they had just as much reason to go to war as she did. They might not all see it that way, but they did. This new dude, though. What stake did he really have in this? He had no ties to her family and no emotional attachment to the territory. He could just as easily have kept right on going past the Caldera without being affected at all. Fin wanted all the help she could get to protect her home and her family, but still it seemed wrong.

The alpha watched him silently for a minute or so before she actually approached. He was a big guy - definitely someone she wanted next to her if she were to go marching into enemy territory. He looked unhappy though, and Fin had a sneaking suspicion as to why that might be. With a sigh, she slid down from her perch on a higher ridge and trotted over to him, chuffing lightly to make sure he wasn't taken unawares by her approach.

"You're Quixote, right?" Fin asked as she came to a stop near him.