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

Finley's explanation caused a slight pang in Elwood's chest, but he nodded. She was right -- that puppy had been too small, too weak. It was the way of the wild; not every being was fit to survive. But the little guy nursing at Finley's side -- he was petite, for sure, but he had the will to live. He would grow and become stronger, and his parents would be able to focus their full attention on him.

He nodded, casting one last glance at the prone form of what would have been his daughter before shifting his gaze to Elwood Jr. Immediately, he felt warmth spreading within him, and his expression softened into a smile. "He's gonna be a tough cookie," he agreed, then shifted to kiss Finley's cheek.

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "Should I let everyone else know?" The idea of sharing their news with the rest of the pack sent a thrill down Elwood's spine, but he would only release a howl once Finley was good and ready.