This time the Elodoth finds reason to speak. "Firebringer, huh? Doesn't ring any bells." His answer in gruff. Matter-of-fact. The grizzled cop hasn't been in the area long enough to call bullshit on it, but he takes a mental note.
The next bit prompts a frown. What passes for their sorry pack had already lost two in the span of months. Grim necessity clicks into place as Tristan folds his arms. "New blood." he parrots again. "We've all hunted. Cut our teeth keeping the place clean." He eyes Hector and Viola in turn in acknowledgement. Then the brown eyes rest back on this new wolf. "Numbers only matter so much." The look on his face is expectant. He raises a brow.
Sorry for jumping ahead. I posted mobile this morning and didn't have the color text option to add some words.