Redhawk Caldera Whisper

Not one, but two wolves responded to Elwood's call. His tail waved in appreciation as they approached; first, the small female that resembled Fox and Wildfire. Were it not for the patches of white, he would have been a victim of mistaken identity. But he identified Zicorro by her markings and was glad to see her making an effort to establish herself, since she was a new member of the pack.

The black-and-white youth that approached moments later was also a fresh recruit. Elwood hadn't met her previously, but he was fairly certain this was Allure, daughter of another pack; Fox had not been shy when sharing this information with her co-leaders. He gave both girls an appraising glance and nodded. A team of three would surely be successful.

"Thanks for joining me," he said with a warm smile. He remembered when he was a new face in Redhawk Caldera's ranks -- and now, here he was, over a year later. "I'm pretty sure there is a herd of deer lurking nearby," he added. He frequently kept stock of the game residing within their territory, and felt that they would have no trouble finding a target. "Shall we?" His question was accentuated with a lopsided grin, and then he pivoted and began to lope away, following his nose to their destination.

They traveled only a short distance before Elwood stopped short, gesturing towards a cluster of four deer grazing the snow-covered grass.