Redhawk Caldera I made a deal with the man on the moon

Elwood was not far behind Finley as she came to the edge of a miniature cliff and peered over. His breath caught in his throat as he wondered what she would see below -- but her reaction was not what he had anticipated. She sounded defeated. Quizzically, he slowed his pace and crept up next to her, angling his head so that he could look down at the rocky crevice below.

Her disappointment was validated as his eyes landed on the form of a deceased cat. Elwood released a sigh of relief, glad that their hunt had come to an end that didn't involve danger or either of them getting injured. Part of him did feel bad, though, that Finley's wishes hadn't been fulfilled, so he didn't admit his pleasure with the situation.

"What a bummer," he murmured as he looked down at the half-eaten carcass. Something else had obviously snacked on it, and he wondered if it had been one of their packmates or some other entity.