Redhawk Caldera Do not approach the hooded figures {j}

Tempest instantly lowered herself into a submissive posture, her gaze settled on the paws of the wolf. "I am Tempest, and wish to lend my skills to a pack this winter. I can prove myself, I will do anything." she said, hoping that she did not sound desperate.

She kept herself steady, and let none of her nervousness show on her face. Now that she was still, she took the chance to draw in breath, for something at the scene of the blood had awoken some memory. She couldn't quite put her paw on it, and it bothered her.