Redhawk Caldera Chokin' on goatmeat

Elwood had never experienced a storm so violent as this one. Even in the belly of the caldera, deep beneath its rocky surface, the crashing thunder and howling wind sounded entirely too close for comfort. The group of wolves huddled together for comfort and few words were exchanged throughout the course of the night. It was only when Peregrine stirred after what seemed like years that Elwood unfolded his legs and stretched. The Alpha carefully made his way back up the tunnel and exited, calling back to his packmates that the coast was clear.

The Beta male lingered inside the tunnel, fussing over his mate and child, but then Peregrine requested the presence of Wildfire and Nightjar. Elwood looked around, his gaze scanning the faces of the wolves still remaining in the cavern, but he didn't see either of them. With a lurch of his stomach, he realized that they were gone.

"They're not down here," he called up to Peregrine, even as he made to exit the cave. He emerged into the hazy, eerie sunlight, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the change. "They're not up here with you?" he asked, though as he glanced around the answer became obvious. The only wolves accompanying Peregrine were Sebastian and Gale; the firebirds in question were nowhere to be seen.