Redhawk Caldera Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go

Colt whistled (if wolves can even whistle, ayy semi realistic) in appreciation and sympathy. "That's a rough break on timing," he commiserated, privately considering that maybe he should have left.  Likely, once he came to his senses, it was a move he'd regret a good long while.  And potentially one he'd resent  Colt's sister for, if she'd guilted him into coming.  That was a her problem though... Colt would have told him good luck and let him bounce.  He wasn't one for cramping another wolf's style.

"You still thinkin of jetting off, once this is done?" he asked, gesturing at the healing wounds.