Redhawk Caldera in the midst of sailing ships.

Elwood pursed his lips thoughtfully, studying the little potato of a wolf that was his son. It was hard to guess what his future would hold; if his personality was more apparent, it would've been easier to predict. But Elwood Jr didn't really seem to like to do much of anything, and there wasn't a trade that required excessive sleeping, or lying as still as a rock for long periods of time.

"I dunno," the father finally answered truthfully. "I guess we'll have to wait and see." He thought of something Peregrine had said before the firebirds were born -- or perhaps shortly after their birth, he couldn't remember. The Alpha hadn't wanted to assign expectations to his pups and instead wanted to give them the freedom to grow and develop their own interests and goals. He couldn't help but wonder, though -- how would Eljay turn out?