Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

She played along with his teasing, though in the back of his mind Elwood wondered what kind of injuries she had sustained from her battle. From his vantage point, he couldn't see the lacerations on her back. He wasn't quite sure whether to think if she was brave or foolish, but that didn't matter; he was enjoying her company already, after only exchanging a few quips with her.

"Nice to meet you, too," he replied, reclining onto his haunches. He sat a foot or so away from the water's edge, next to the flat rock atop which she perched. His haunches immediately felt the chill of the snow, so he curled his tail around his paws as Finley addressed him with a series of questions that slowly deteriorated into silliness.

With a laugh, he explained, "It's Elwood. All one word. My last name is Grove." It was a plain surname, adopted by his great-great-grandparents for the woodsy area in which they lived. He then divulged a bit of information that he didn't often share with others. "It's actually a family name. My dad's name is Elwood, and so is his dad's, and so on and so forth. I used to hate it when I was little, but it's grown on me, I guess. Oh, and yeah, I've only been here for a few weeks. When I met Peregrine, he was looking for you, actually," he said, doubling back to answer her first query.