Redhawk Caldera Do not approach the hooded figures {j}

Upon his initial approach, Elwood hadn't noticed the blood that lingered from Peregrine's scuffle with the outsider. But now, as he surveyed the female, he could smell the metallic tang. It distracted him momentarily, as he glanced beyond her, trying to pinpoint the location of the scent, but he soon snapped his attention back to the loner as she answered his question promptly and directly.

It seemed that many wolves were seeking homes as winter loomed closer, and as he had found himself in the same position only a month prior, he was understanding of her predicament. The desperation in her voice was caused by reasonable worry. "What exactly are your skills, Tempest?" he asked, hoping to have her elaborate before he called for Fox or Peregrine.