Redhawk Caldera All hands on deck

As Elwood's snout brushed the fur along Wildfire's sharp shoulderblade, his nostrils were filled with the smell of other wolves. It was still strange to think of his goddaughter belonging to another pack; but all of the evidence was there, woven into her reddish coat. He wanted to ask about her new family, the wolves of Moonspear, but as they each stepped back and quietly appraised each other, he decided to wait. She had obviously traveled here for a reason which needed to be addressed first.

But before getting down to business, Wildfire asked about Finley and Eljay. Elwood smiled, giving a nod of his head. "They're good. I can't believe Eljay's getting close to the adult ranks; it'll be just a couple more months," he said. The older he got, the faster time seemed to move; hadn't it been just yesterday that Wildfire was nothing more than a little pipsqueak herself? "Finley's planning to take Eljay outriding soon," he added, knowing that bit of information would pique the young scout's interest. When she shifted the conversation to inquire about her parents, Elwood obliged her promptly with an answer.

"Your mom and dad are doing better, I think. Your dad's got his sense of smell back. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but he decided not to give up his Alpha position after all," he said, relaying the general details to the Alphas' daughter.