Redhawk Caldera you've got to lose to know how to win.

As soon as the invitation was extended from Finley, Elwood entered the den. He crept inside, keeping himself low to the ground and positioning himself on his stomach near the new mother. His eyes were round as saucers as he watched their child -- their son! -- squirm near her stomach, eventually latching onto a teat and beginning to nurse. He was so small; Elwood could hardly believe that this tiny little thing would grow into a wolf someday.

"Hey, Elwood Jr.," he breathed softly; it felt strange to bestow his own name onto another creature. After a moment, his cheeks creased into a smile and he corrected himself: "Eljay." The boy would be likely be known by his nickname, which would help to reduce any confusion. He watched in awe for a few seconds as Eljay suckled, then turned his adoring gaze to Finley.

He chuckled quietly. "I am old, aren't I?" he agreed to her teasing. He then leaned towards her and lightly kissed her between the ears, lingering long enough to whisper, "You did a great job, Fin. He's amazing." As he withdrew, he caught sight of the other pup, swept to the side and already forgotten. His heart lurched and he whined, his eyes holding a question as he looked back at his wife.