Redhawk Caldera start over

Nyoommmmmmm this'll prossibly be the last post from me?

His mother certainly wasn't wasting any time. Bronco had seen Charles hunt before- he'd taken part in pack hunts, and had hunted in small groups- and while they had had a tendency to goof off a bit when it came to smaller hunting parties, he felt certain that Charles would be able to fend for himself while he was in the Caldera. Though it was winter, the entire pack was surviving- at least well enough- on what was accessible to them. Before his mother could stalk off, he introduced Charles by name- though his mother didn't even seem terribly interested in learning that much about him. She had other things to do so- she gave Charles her name, and stalked off, still limping slightly. 

He waited until she was out of earshot. "...She can be a bit...Cold sometimes. If you need to call on one of our leaders...You'd be better off calling for Phox." He explained softly. He didn't want to frighten Charles- but he figured he ought at least warn his friend about his mother's potential dangers. Phox was much more approachable and level-headed. "Our alpha, Towhee, is deaf- so if you need to talk to her, you'll have to either track her down, or call for someone to let her know she's needed." He informed Charles. Basic information regarding the somewhat complicated leadership they had. He didn't even realize that he'd used the word "our" to refer to the leadership, inferring that he was still devoted to them- it was a knee-jerk habit, and he'd been on the Caldera for nearly a month by this point. Potentially a mere slip of the tongue- but potentially also a subconscious confession that he at least in part, considered the Caldera to be his home. "C'mon. Let's find you a place to settle in, an' maybe something to eat." He said, gesturing for Charles to follow him so that they could find a suitable place for him to bunker down while he stayed with the Caldera wolves.