Redhawk Caldera i warn you not to doubt the silence before the storm

Since a squat mountain had loomed on the horizon, a peculiar sort of relief and tension all at once had woven its way into their group. They had covered a lot of ground quickly, and by now bits of fatigue were starting to show here and there, yet they were all in one piece. What mattered most of all now was that they had made it. This distant caldera was their goal, as far as a destination was concerned. Now he was only left to hope that some answers may await them there, and if they were lucky, they would be for the best.

Heda briefed the group and he settled in somewhere equidistant from both his speckled wife and the commander, though his protective watch flitted through the group and beyond on constant repeat. Knowing well what this many wolves could look like to an insecure leader, he was on guard. He didn't know enough about these Redhawk wolves to gauge them yet, but soon enough, things were in motion and the call went up. Another odd howl seemed to answer, and in half an instant later, so much more was going on as the residents came to discover the Drageda crew.

He swung his head towards Blixen's exit, and matching call out to her mother..? Was she really here? Dio's eyes narrowed and tension mounted. Then, after glancing worriedly to Portia before back to Blixen, he soon had to refocus on approaching leaders who seemed to have plenty of questions, and rightfully enough. They all wasted no time picking Eljay out from their midst and he's entirely unsure what to think of that as well without knowing enough of the male's history either. For all he knew, they could have parted on bad terms, and this was about to be even more complicated.

The wocha defaulted the explanation to his commander, although stood at the ready for this to change from confusion to something uglier, just in case it might.