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Elwood rolled his shoulders in a shrug as Peregrine asked after the nickname that had been given to him by Finley. "Honestly, no, I don't hate it. I mean, it could be much worse, right?" he said, taking a moment to briefly think about all the names that Finley could have bestowed on him. Yes, he surmised after a moment, it could be much worse. He gave a soft snort of laughter, but didn't share this train of thought with Peregrine.

He was glad when the Alpha obliged and reclined next to him, stretching his toes towards the water. Obviously, there were other things that Peregrine wanted or needed to do before he returned to the den -- or maybe he was just eager to return to his brood. Whatever the case, Elwood was happy that they would have a few moments to catch up with each other, since it had been quite some time since they had really done so.

Peregrine's name for Finley -- Ficklefin -- brought a smile to Elwood's lips. He couldn't have come up with something more accurate if he had tried, and he stored the moniker in his mind to use later. He then bobbed his head as he responded. "Yeah, pretty much. We had a talk about being 'official' and she didn't seem quite ready for any titles, so I didn't push her," he said, reflecting on the conversation. "But I guess we're as official as it gets," he admitted in the same breath -- they were exclusive with each other, and spent a ridiculous amount of time together, and that was plenty fulfilling for the time being.

"How are the firebirds? And how's Fox?" he asked; though he knew the answers to those questions, he still sought further detail from the leader as to how things had been going.