Redhawk Caldera start over

He seemed quiet, sheepish- but she had to give him some amount of mercy simply because he belonged to a sister pack, and that pack had been through a horrific event. So dutifully as a sister might allow a sibling to lean on her, the Caldera would accept Charles as a temporary guest while he spent some time away from what she assumed was a fairly traumatic place for the time being. He didn't exactly agree to the demand that he hunt for himself- but he nodded slightly, and that was enough. Her one request was that he fed himself, rather than pulling from their own resources and, skittish as he might seem, she expected him to be capable of doing at least that. 

"Very well." She said. A temporary guest he would be in their midst, for the sake of alleviating some of the stress that likely had settled in amongst the Glen wolves. She had no idea if the male had told any of his packmates where he was going- or if he'd even intended to come to the Caldera. She'd never seen him before, and was allowing Bronco to vouch for him. She turned her stern gaze to her son, and gave him a nod. She knew he would be headed back to the Glen sometime soon- perhaps he would take the new male with him when he left. 

"His name's Charles," Bronco spoke, just as he noticed his mother was about to leave. She turned, and gave Charles a steady glance, before she nodded. "Niamh." She said simply, by way of introduction- and turned to limp back along the borders so she could resume her patrol.