Redhawk Caldera wait, wtf?

A call for the Redhawks came right in the middle of a fairly uncomfortable situation. He'd been holding his son (not Boris, his other son) down as gently as he could in the lake to wash some of the stink off of him. The boy refused to bathe himself, and it was becoming uncomfortable for anyone who had to share a den with him. Ponyboy was, without a doubt, his smelly child. 

He'd lured the kid down to the lake hoping to encourage him to swim, but Bronco was a horrible liar and the kid caught on to his ulterior motives within seconds and planted his butt on the shore. His stink was his flagship; it was his rebellion. He knew that going in the water to go swimming was all one big lie to get him to smell better, so he refused. Bronco was soft at heart but when the breeze picked up and wafted his son's bog-stench toward him, he lost it. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed and dragged the kid kicking and flailing into the lake, and began to comb through some of the mats in his fur with his claws. Clumps of unshed fur came out of him, mixed with burdocks and dirt and sticks. 

The call came, and Bronco loosened his grip. When Ponyboy struggled free and left the water, he looked about 5lbs lighter, but much sourer. He promptly rolled in the sand along the shore out of spite, and then sped off into the woods. Bronco sighed, and let him go, and then took a moment to try and figure out who was calling, and why they were calling for Redhawks. The voice was...Not exactly familiar, not until he heard it rise again, summoning another wolf. He froze. 

No way. 

He loped toward the borders, moving carefully down the slope so that he didn't pull a muscle- and after having given his tangly son a bath, he was already exhausted. His heart, however, loped twice as fast- he knew who this was, and he couldn't wait to see her again. 

Jay was there, and there was someone else too- but he grinned broadly, tears springing at the corners of his eyes as he saw his little sister for the first time in what must have been years. He knew the slight differences between his twin siblings, but it was the telling presence of leaf litter caught in her pelt after having bushwhacked her way to the borders that gave her away. Alyx (at least how he had known her last) would have never suffered such messiness. He was so happy to see her, that he forgot how much different he must look to her. 

"Quetzal Redhawk," He called out, as he slid to a halt near Jay. His fur dripped water from the lake, but Jay didn't look particularly prim and proper either. Bronco looked to the young, freckled man at her side, and figured that his first obligation as big brother was to embarass her. "Thanks for bringin' her back, young man. We've had warrants out for Q's arrest for years now and she's managed to give everyone the slip," He chuckled.