Redhawk Caldera But at dawn

A quiver shook him, his body still rigid.
Puffin too, tensed up, but only because of him.
"She's here."
His eyes darted around again. Someone emerged. 
It wasn't her.

Rather, it was a man who looked very much the opposite of that witch. 
"Is that loud woman around? With the bright reddish stripe?"
Rowan swallowed, licking his lips nervously. He tried to relax; this one wasn't trying to kill him on sight. He was here, and so was Puffin.
Rowan swept the area again before lifting his head, trying to relax a little more. But nothing will take off that edge until he was far, far away.

"I wasn't aware another pack had moved in..." He wanted to explain more, but didn't feel like uttering the words. Retelling the story of how hated he is by that woman for no reason he can find in himself.