Redhawk Caldera Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

Before Njal could complete his thought, there was a shout from behind Elwood. He turned, startled by the sudden sound but immediately recognizing his son's voice. It was no surprise when Eljay hurtled towards them and sidled up to his father like a much younger pup. He was beginning to look the part of an adult, at nearly six months of age, and to an outsider his behavior would likely seem inappropriate. But Elwood was used to it, especially after dealing with the boy during Finley's absence.

"Hey, Eljay," he said as his namesake settled himself firmly against his right foreleg. When he turned his gaze back to Njal, he noticed the lack of warmth on the other male's face, but did not address it. Instead, he refocused on the conversation, conjuring a map of the wilds in his mind. He was not overly familiar with the unclaimed land around Redhawk Caldera, but was pretty sure he knew the location that Njal spoke of.

As for how things had been going within the pack, he offered a shrug of his shoulder. "It's been pretty quiet. Our numbers are down," he replied with a frown. "There's a pack looking to settle in Haunted Wood just south of us. I'm hoping they'll change their minds." Perhaps if Peregrine continued to plague them, they would get the picture.