Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

The methodical, repetitive movements of grooming Titmouse was soothing to Elwood, too, and as the pup drifted to sleep he found himself losing track of time. A few minutes passed before he became aware of the unexpected sound of silence. He looked down at the puppy, freezing mid-lick with his tongue protruding from his mouth. The boy looked almost cherubic in the throws of slumber, and Elwood snapped a mental picture, knowing it certainly wouldn't last long.

He glanced up at Finley and, after receiving a smirk and a nod that indicated he could go, he carefully withdrew his forelegs from around Titmouse and eased out of the den, happy to have spent some quality time with his godson but also thankful for the fresh air (it was a little musty and stinky in there, understandably).