Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

Elwood laughed, though the sound was uneasy. "Great, I probably just unleashed all kinds of bad karma," he quipped, though there was a tiny piece of him that did worry about his luck from here on out. He wasn't a particularly superstitious wolf, nor did he believe in "bad juju" or the like. He was usually far too logical for those type of thoughts, but something about this eerie cavern made his heart beat a little faster...

He had to agree with her that this would be the sort of adventure that Finley would have loved. The silver Beta made a mental note to bring her back to this very location, but until then, he was tempted to follow Fox's lead and take one of the skulls with him. He watched as she gestured towards one with an obscured eye, then started to look around for his selection.

After a few seconds of indecisiveness, he chose a small skull that looked as though it had been weathered for many years. Its surface was smooth and almost shiny, save for a crack that ran right down the middle. Gingerly, he picked it up in his mouth and turned toward Fox. "H'okay," he said, the single word strangely muffled by the bone.