Redhawk Caldera chestnut

It was getting late, but Elwood hadn't yet retired for the night. He prowled the rendezvous site amidst the falling snow, enjoying the peace and stillness that surrounded him. His life was finally back in some sort of order, though he thought often of Lucy. By now, he presumed she was dead, and he had taken to wondering if he and Finley should honor her with some sort of gravesite. Naturally, there was no body, but perhaps it would help the bereaved parents gain some closure.

He hadn't yet found the perfect location -- nor had he breached the topic with Finley -- but his restless paws kept him moving, until the smell of fresh meat drew his attention. Ahead, he spotted Kaizer; a wolf that he hardly knew, but who often smelled of Fox and had assisted when Eljay passed out from undernourishment. He blinked in the gathering darkness and hazy curtain of snow, then he chuffed a wordless greeting as he approached the lower ranked male with a relatively friendly stance.