Redhawk Caldera Meet the new kid (adult)

"Brownie points, eh?" The old wolf chuckled, shook his head and shot the more dominant one a small, genuine grin. "When you grow older, you learn that you need no 'brownie points' to prove your worth. You just work at it, and others will respect you." Ashmedai snorted, then let the matter be while he shook his legsout and stretched. The air between them was relaxed; the kind of atmosphere that friends shared, though both of them knew that they were neither friends nor good friends. They were merely packmates and acquaintances - close ties could come later.

"This man can do more than hunt, you know," the male joked in response, bright eyes staring up at Elwood. (And if he had his way, he'd be looking down, as an elder should). Puffing his chest up in order to make it seem... not so angled and girlish, Ashmedai plucked a bit of plant at the ground. "This," he motioned with a wave of his paw, a sage look in steel blue, "is called grass. Miracle of the universe. Wonderful for sleeping on." He gave the appropriate time for Elwood to respond, then immediately launched into another batch of words. "Learnt a bit of plant stuff in five years - not much, but simple wounds and maybe broken legs, you know?" He grinned, and was silent.

Children, Ashmedai thought to himself, pretending like he'd not heard Elwood's statement about his own mate and son. Perhaps I'll have them, one day. A slow flick of his ears was all he let in on his thoughts, and he was once again waiting for Elwood to speak.

"speaking"