Redhawk Caldera But at dawn

He bit on his tongue, trying to stop him from losing his shit.
Maybe she was dead, or just something from his imagination.
This man didn't seem to know what he was on about, and Puffin seemed pretty miffed at his babbling.
He wished Zeph had been up for the trip too.

Rowan took a steadying breath and yawned, trying to chill the fuck out. Trying to tell himself he wasn't going to be attacked again. "No." He murmured. "She just attacks me whenever we run into each other..."
She really did hate him, and he could understand her with the war and that, but that was years ago, and he wasn't even a Melonii! Not by blood anyhow.
"Sorry." He murmured, giving an apologetic look to Puffin.

"We settled in Blackfeather Woods, I grew up there."
He sucked in a breath, knowing that revealing he'd taken the name of Blackfeather was enough to piss that woman off. He willed his heart to stop hammering so hard, to try and fight the urge to run.
Rowan wasn't willing to fight these people - one had helped his mother. And over a stupid war that happened way too long ago? No way.
So Rowan waited and tried not to balk from these borders. He should try and mend whatever scars his beloved home had left on these wolves.