Redhawk Caldera no rest for the wicked

While Finley was not particularly perceptive when it came to the worrisome tone of Fox's call, Elwood -- being the over-analyzer that he was -- frowned when his presence was requested by the Alpha female. Something didn't sound quite right, and it was with a furrowed brow that he hastened to find Fox, moving deftly across the terrain that had now been his home for over a year.

Though he moved at a brisk trot, Finley's gallop brought her to the destination much faster. He spotted the blur of her grey fur racing across the snow, and even as he approached he heard her triumphant shouts. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile; it was good to see her acting more like her old self, however obnoxious that was.

"You win, fair and square," he said as he came to a halt next to her, jostling her with his shoulder before turning his attention to Fox. His expression sobered as he took in the petite Redhawk's drawn features, and he lowered himself to his haunches slowly. "What's up?" he asked, simultaneously glancing around for Peregrine. He hadn't been included in the message; what was going on?