Redhawk Caldera deer might fly, why not? i met you.

Elwood couldn't argue with Finley's first point. Eljay was afraid of everything, and he had to agree that the only way for the boy to overcome this trait was to experience the world. Otherwise, he would never step foot outside of the rendezvous site -- and how would he ever grow to be a well-adjusted, valued member of the pack if he hid from the world?

But Elwood was still reluctant to give Finley the go-ahead. He knew that she had been on dozens of excursions in the past that hadn't ended in injury -- although there were probably another dozen that had -- but the idea of possibly losing both her and Eljay terrified him. His conscience was at war with itself. Part of him understood her logic, however flawed it may have been, and the other part was simply afraid of the unknown.

"I see what you're saying, but are you sure you're up for that?" he asked, his gaze resting pointedly on her scarred cheek for a moment. He pursed his lips. "You wouldn't take him far, would you? Within howling range?" He could feel himself compromising; despite Finley's reckless nature, he couldn't shut her down. As long as they stayed nearby, he could intervene should trouble arise.