Redhawk Caldera Time will tell what we're all about

The best moment of Elwood's life had been the instant he laid eyes on his children again after the war. Somehow, Redhawk Caldera had come out on top, but that hadn't even really mattered. He was happy to gather up his brood and return home with his family, where they attempted to settle into some semblance of their former routine.

While he hadn't sustained any major injuries, he was filled with aches and pains as various lacerations healed and pulled muscles relaxed. @Raven had given him a once-over and informed him that his wounds were surface-level and would heal with time and rest. He found himself unable to sit around doing nothing, though; there was much on his mind and he felt the need to keep an eye on the borders.

He was returning from one such patrol when he happened to meander into earshot of Fiadh, and he half grinned and half grimaced at her shout. He headed towards her, moving as fast as he could with a hitch in his step, and found her and Towhee near the rendezvous site. As he approached, he was filled with gratitude to be looking at two of his happy, healthy children, and he didn't even mind Fiadh's obscenities. "Good morning to you, too," he said, accompanying his greeting with sign language.