Lake Rodney One day, I'll slow it way down

The other wolf glanced up and greeted him casually, even going so far as to move to close the gap between them. As he approached, Elwood took the opportunity to examine his appearance with a bit more scrutiny. Save for the stripe along his shoulders and back, he looked like an average wolf. He moved with a swagger that spoke of self-confidence and almost seemed a bit out of place here in the wilds.

Elwood hesitated, then decided to just throw it out there. What was the harm in asking a simple question? If he was wrong, there would be no foul -- and if he was right and this was some relative of Finley's, well -- his day would become much more interesting. "You don't happen to be a Blackthorn, do you?" he asked with a quirk of his brow, keeping his stance neutral and friendly as his query hung in the air.