Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

Elwood waited for Finley's response, struggling not to start laughing. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a guffaw, but his attempt failed miserably when she proclaimed that, from then on, she would be calling him Twig. Though she remained stoic, his facade dissolved; she had managed to pick a wood-related nickname that was hilarious and demeaning at the same time, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

He nodded his head, indicating that she had "won" their little standoff. "Fair enough," he said, "Twig I shall be. Guess I should let the pack know about my name change." And then he threw his head back and howled -- not quite full force, but loud enough to make his point. "My name is Twig!" he cried.