Grouse Thicket Hakkerskaldyr.

The stranger shifted, and he thought he glimpsed a smattering of gold or white fur among the darkness. It could've just as easily been her bright eyes, which leered at him from the distance. Tulimaq paused in his approach and kept his wits sharp, just in case, only to be surprised by the offer of free food - again. He didn't want a handout from his own Alpha, and the prospect of taking something from a stranger didn't really mesh with him either. The man opened his mouth to reply but before he could, the woman asked a question — and he was reminded that the Redhawks lived on a plateau that, in hindsight, might've been closer than he thought.

I've been helping them out, he confirmed, more or less answering the question — but he'd missed the implication in her tone (perhaps because her voice sounded so different from those he was used to, slurring a bit and with odd inflections). He took a step closer, then another, and stood a measured distance away. You're a Redhawk? So that meant they were allies or something, right?