Redhawk Caldera I turned my face to the highway.

A single ear fluttered once when he spoke, Fox taking him in. Her own Peregrine was a bit of a giant, so seeing another wolf his size was no matter to her. She remembered feeling small when she had first arrived in the Teekon Wilds, but ever since she had taken the reigns of Swiftcurrent, nobody had dared comment on her small stature. Which was good for her, and better for them. She'd attacked for less.

“Formed,” she corrected. “This is Redhawk Caldera, and I am Fox Redleaf-DiSarinno. My mate, Peregrine, and I settled here not long ago, and others have joined us.” His voice did have a certain familiarity to it, but Fox didn't connect it to the howl she had heard when they had all raised their voices in unison. If she had been a better judge of age, she might have asked him what he was doing all alone, but for now, she simply awaited further explanation, if he had any. Like most of those who visited Redhawk, he was either here for information or to pledge himself to them.