Redhawk Caldera Whenever you hear the wind in the canyon.

It sounded right to Reyes that the pack choose new leadership from within their ranks. He had no idea what it took to run a pack and had never been inclined to find out; this place was very different from what he grew up with, at any rate. Rather than talk it out the wolves of Rusalka would fight until there was one concrete victor. Tortuga was only marginally different, but it was still a brawl of some kind, there was still bloodshed. 

Reyes wasn't sure what to expect from Towhee's announcement — but then their son chimed in and laughter peppered the gathering. He shot Caracal a look and shushed him by wrapping a forearm around him, tugging him close. Trapped between his forelimbs after that, the boy would make some noises and struggle a little, but in the end his father would win and he would be placated; a little rough fun. Reyes looked around to see who had laughed. While he recognized Fennec he couldn't for the life of him remember the man's name, and told himself to find out later.

Nobody was all that eager to put their name forward immediately. That or, maybe Towhee's advisement of thinking it over really hit home. Hopefully someone would step up and assist her with running this place. It didn't even enter in to Reyes' mind to offer himself up; he had always been more of a crew mate, not a captain.