Redhawk Caldera Do not approach the hooded figures {j}

The fact that she was brighter than most of the hoodlums who had shown up at their door recently was promising, though Fox had never been keen on accepting somebody just because they were better than the worst. Tempest spoke of hunting and fighting, both things that Redhawk Caldera did not necessarily need right at the moment. Still, having another able-bodied wolf among their ranks certainly wouldn't hurt them. Fox glanced to Elwood, then back to Tempest.

“What’s your weakness?” she asked plainly. A wolf who boasted that she could do everything well probably did nothing well. One who knew where her weak points were would do better here.