Redhawk Caldera No one says no to Gaston

Qeorvik seemed friendly enough. Perhaps a bit nosey and more confident than most wolves were when they strayed this close to the borders, but Bronco felt he wasn’t a threat. He was young- he could excuse the young man and forgive him for his lack of etiquette if he was simply a youthful traveller.

His question forced a reluctant smile, almost like a wince from the Blackthorn. ”No, we’re peaceful.” He said. ”I saved a child from a cougar, once,” He said. It could have been interpreted as an exaggeration- it was an excuse, one he hoped might shut down conversation on the topic of his scars.