Redhawk Caldera Crocodile rock

Anyone! :)

Although there was turmoil at the caldera's very borders, Elwood was blissfully happy. The sun warmed his back as he lay just outside the den, keeping a watchful eye on Elwood Jr., who squirmed and wiggled in the shadows. He had heard Peregrine's news about Lasher -- that the Plateau wolf hadn't taken the death of Junior very well -- and that Sebastian had been mauled while outside of the territory. Things were looking pretty grim; but all Elwood had to do was turn his gaze to his son's perfect, freckled face, and he felt better.

With a sigh, he rolled onto his spine, writhing in the dry summer grass in an attempt to scratch an itch somewhere between his shoulder blades. When he was satisfied, he turned back over and propped himself up on his elbows, peeking into the burrow to make sure that Eljay was still within his line of sight. Once the littlest Redhawk was a bit older, he would be able to resume his daily patrols and increase his efforts to keep the pack safe from the trouble brewing outside. For now, though, he flicked thoughts of conflict away like a pesky fly, a slow smile curling on his lips as Eljay's characteristic grunts met his ears.