Redhawk Caldera Achillea millefolium

Njal had just woken up from an impromptu nap when he spotted Finley. A part of his mind told him he was dreaming - and another told him that isn't Finley, that's your daughter - but either way, it made no sense. And as he gradually blinked in to the waking world, as he rubbed his eyes against one of his sprawled forelimbs, something else came in to view. Yes, it was Finley, but it was also a little bundle of fluff that seemed to like hiding behind his mother's legs. When the child finally got enough nerve to creep forward, Njal was properly awake; he glanced from Finley to the little tyke, and back again, in time to see her roll her eyes.

The old man gave a little chuff of a greeting to the kid, trying not to spook him, and then Elwood Jr. plopped down in front of Njal's face and stared up at him. His eyes were so big, and so shiny... And for a moment, Njal was lost in them. Until the sudden greeting - "Hubbo," - which made a smile form upon the old wolf's face.

"Hubbo there," Njal imitated, sort of, and lazily placed his head down upon the soil so the child did not have to strain himself. "Who're you?" He asked coyly, and gave a tiny side-glance to Finley; his expression was filled with amusement, pride, and maybe a little regret. Seeing the little bundle of fat and fur shouldn't have hurt so much - but maybe it was just his hip acting up.