Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

Fox didn't give much feedback after Elwood's explanation of his odd relationship with Finley. He reckoned that the Alpha female had heard Finley's side of it -- "girl talk," and all that. For a moment, he considered pressing her for more information, but quickly decided against it. As interesting as things were with Finley, they had managed to find their comfort level and he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. He had long since accepted that Finley Blackthorn moved at her own pace and there would be no rushing her along.

Soon enough, though, the red and silver pair reached their destination and Fox dashed ahead excitedly. Elwood's ears pricked and his tail lifted to wave over his haunches as he accelerated to a trot, closing the distance even as his friend disappeared into the shadows. "Hey, wait up!" he called, and then he was ducking his head as he slipped through the entrance.

It was cool and dark inside the tunnel, and the smell of loam was strong and potent around him. The Beta paused for a moment, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the lower levels of light, and then he squinted ahead to spot the bright flash of Fox's tail ahead of him.