Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

Conversations with both Elwood and Finley had always been easy. The two of them were phenomenal friends, and they happened to be excellent co-leaders as well. Sometimes, Fox wondered if she and Peregrine were going to use up all their good luck. But she didn't want to jinx it, so Fox kept her lips sealed on the matter. Good wolves came and went, but the best ones stuck around. Fox sincerely considered Elwood and Finley the latter variety.

Elwood's quick and easy acceptance to go spelunking was welcomed with a wide grin on Fox's part. She replied with a, "Huh," when Elwood mentioned that Finley wouldn't allow El to call her his mate (man, that's a confusing load of words). She wondered why her friend was giving Elwood the ol' run-around, and she'd certainly have to have a talk with her. It was so obvious that Finley and Elwood would be 2getha 4eva.

"Oh, here it is!" Fox exclaimed, tail beating happily back and forth as she sprinted the last dozen yards to the opening. It smelled of moss and dampness, but that didn't deter the young Alpha. "C'mon!" And with that, Fox's head disappeared into the darkness, followed quickly by her torso and tail.