Redhawk Caldera you must become an island.

And with that, it was all over.

Six simple words, and then Finley untangled herself from his embrace and left. She didn't even spare him a glance over her shoulder; though she had been in tears only moments before, she suddenly moved with a resolve that he had never seen before. All Elwood could do was watch her go, his mouth agape and his heart resting firmly between his forepaws.

Their whirlwind of a romance had unraveled just as quickly as it had started, and in a way, it was a proper ending. They had been doomed from the start, at least in Finley's mind, and a "happily ever after" just wouldn't have suited them. A shiver raced down Elwood's spine; he was suddenly frigid, though the midnight air was warm and humid. What had he done?

He remained, still and silent as a statue, upon the rock until morning. He couldn't bring himself to retire to their den -- her den, it once had been. Only when the sun's first rays crept over the horizon did he finally move, slinking down and into the underbrush with his tail curled shamefully beneath him.