Big Salmon Lake Moon rocks

Now things were just getting downright creepy. Alyx was no longer a member of the Caldera pack, but it frightened her how easily he pegged her for one of their ilk. She was lucky he thought well of them — too well, thought Alyx. Being a Redhawk, she of course was quite welcome at the Caldera, but she wouldn't necessarily use that word to describe the pack overall. The Redhawks could be a little … exclusive.

She stepped primly away from the place where Rye spat the mash, torn between wanting to help some guy with an obvious death wish and wanting to run as far from him as wolvenly possible. Not here to run you off, she confirmed, and she was curious what his connection to the Caldera was, but she didn't feel safe offering to walk him home again or even staying here much longer. He was giving her the heebie-jeebies. Won't tell a soul. Uh, see ya later I guess.

Alyx waited a beat to be polite, shot Rye a quick smile, then skedaddled away at a brisk pace. Only when she was sure he could not see did she permit herself to shudder. What a creep!