Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

Elwood hummed softly to himself -- something resembling "Jingle Bells," because Kim convinced her fiancé to put up the Christmas tree tonight! But anyway, the Delta's voice rose and fell in his throat and he shuffled his paws in the snow, matching the rhythm of the melody. He wasn't getting tired as he had hoped, but he planned to walk a bit further down the creek before turning back and beginning to retrace his steps.

He almost didn't hear the "hidden" wolf call out, over the sound of his muffled singing and the crunching of the snow. But he paused nonetheless, ears swiveling sharply. Instinct told him to look back over his shoulder, and when he did, he spotted a large, flat rock with a head. Elwood blinked and turned his whole body, and only when he took a closer look did he realize that a grey she-wolf was curled up on top of the stone. She nearly blended in with her platform, save for a pair of bright, brown eyes. Those eyes seemed to pierce him as she stared, and he tipped his head quizzically to one side.

"I'm sorry?" he replied; had she called him Finn, or had she said something else entirely? Thinking that maybe she was talking to someone else, Elwood spun in a circle, surveying his surroundings, but it appeared that he was the only other wolf in the vicinity.