Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

OOC: Wanna wrap up soon-ish and have another thread? :)

IC: "Ah, bear-tipping," Elwood said in a knowing voice, as if it was something that all wolves engaged in at one point or another. "A dangerous sport, but so rewarding." In reality, it was probably one of the last things that level-headed Elwood would ever participate in; he tended to err on the side of caution, and unless he was persuaded by an enthusiastic wolf like Finley, he likely would avoid something like that at all costs.

He flexed his toes and yawned, glancing up at the sky. He had hardly noticed the passing of time and it had darkened considerably. "It's getting late," he commented idly, flopping over onto his side.