Redhawk Caldera But at dawn

He barely shifted when Puffin laughed, too on edge to try to feel anything over than tense.
At least she seemed ok.
And he didn't take badly to her, even giving her a smile.
At least this man was nice.

But Rowan didn't miss the change in him. Didn't miss the shift in his eyes as he once saw them as wanderers from another back to potential threat.
"I didn't know that the Redhawks lived here before, I just thought you all lived past the mountains..." He glanced to the peak that had glowed when the moon was cleaved in half. That must be more than seven nights now.
"I don't know why you had the war, but my pack isn't like them. We seek to protect all who ask for it...like I needed after that woman brutalised me."

There didn't seem to be a surface scar, but he could still feel the wound in his flesh. And the terror in his heart.
He held the man's gaze, not with malice, but with inner strength. 
"I just don't think she would agree," he mused quietly.
What can he do to prove himself to her? To all of them?