Redhawk Caldera ∧∧

Towhee watched a stranger approaching from her perch on the caldera’s rim. Narrowed orange eyes followed his every movement even as she remained crouched out of view. He stopped where he ought to stop, then sent up a howl. Her ears didn’t pick up on it but it didn’t matter one whit.

Springing to her feet, the Elder lumbered down the slope with hackles up and tail hooked over her back. She didn’t growl nor show her teeth, though she was the picture of a dominant she-wolf as the ground leveled underfoot. She didn’t hesitate to stride right up to the swarthy stranger, muzzle thrust toward him to properly assess his scent.

State, Towhee said the age-old words, your name and business.