Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

The guy didn't even tun around, so he must not have heard him. Caracal sucked in a noisy breath to yell a little louder when the girl's mutter registered with him. "No." The air escaped him with a rude sound and he looked at her face with a lame, "Oh."

The departing figure was spared one last glance before Caracal shrugged internally, turning his focus back to the young she-wolf. Childishly, he wondered who was older. It didn't matter, though. Although she remained aloof, she'd at least offered a name, so he decided he must not be entirely unwelcome.

"Sorry about that," he said, for lack of anything better to say. Caracal could've pushed her about whether she was really okay but between Towhee and the twins, he knew that poking and prodding never got him anything except maybe an exasperated bite to the nose.

Plopping to his haunches, he sifted through other things he could say to her, then eventually let out a sigh when Towhee inevitably crossed his mind. "I just wish I could help," he huffed without really meaning to, one ear pinning backward.