Redhawk Caldera We got no one to hide from

It wasn't every day that someone showed up shouting on the borders. It was even less likely that this someone would be looking for Frog, otherwise known as Finley. The bellowed summons drew Elwood's attention, particularly the use of his wife's nickname. Colt didn't spring to the forefront of his mind, but his memories were jarred as he jogged towards the male -- and, of course, his goddaughter, who had promptly greeted him.

From the angle he approached, Elwood didn't at first recognize the wolf talking with Towhee. He was of agouti coloration, with nothing particularly notable about his appearance. But as he drew nearer, the Alpha's gaze was drawn to a dark swath of fur marching its way prominently down the male's spine, and everything clicked into place.

"Colt, right?" he said as he slowed to a halt, posture friendly but not fully relaxed. "Looking for Finley?" he asked.