Redhawk Caldera Coke is good for the soul. The soda, I mean.

Ashton gave a detailed account of what had happened with the unfriendly wolves and Elwood listened attentively. Not only was he interested, he was also captivated by his friend's manner of storytelling. The hippie concluded by affirming that the hostility had been taken care of by his acquaintance named Slasher, and Elwood nodded.

"Well, good," he said, "I'm glad we won't have to deal with any gnashers around here." Glancing over his shoulder in the direction that Towhee had gone, Elwood took a step back and said, "I should probably get going. I want to get a word in with Towhee. I'll let her know that if she sees you hanging around, she doesn't have to give you the cold shoulder." He chuckled, then reached out to touch Ashton's shoulder with his nose before he departed. "It's really good to have you back around here, Ash. Let me know if you need anything!"