Redhawk Caldera well, if this is fate then we'll find a way to cheat

Elwood had been busy, as of late; he was glad to be back in a normal routine, hunting and patrolling the borders and taking care of business. He still hadn't seen much of Fox, which left him wondering about her. But he was aware that she was capable of caring for herself, so he didn't press the issue. He was more concerned with making sure that Finley was okay and that she was adjusting back to pack life.

He spent a lot of time with his family these days, but at present he was alone, following the path of a stream with the intent to perhaps do some hunting. He knew that with winter swiftly settling on the wilds, it would be important to start tracking the herds; prey would become more readily available during the colder months, and the experienced hunter was eager for the successes that the season would bring. But he was waylaid when he spotted Raven, looking troubled -- and, on second glance, a little swollen around the middle.

The Beta male drew up short, brows knitting together neatly. It didn't seem to make any sense, but the subtle curve of her stomach resembled the way Finley had looked when she was pregnant. "Raven...?" he questioned as he drew near, his mind already racing; what had happened, and what would Fox make of the situation?