Redhawk Caldera that he came down on Monday

As soon as Elwood left the shelter, he regretted it. It seemed even colder than it had been the day before, if that was possible, and the wind had kicked up. He bowed his head against the blasts of frigid air; he strongly considered retreating, but forced himself onward. They needed to eat, and it was his job to provide his family with food.

He was aware that Raven was out and about as well, so when he spotted her he hastened towards her, hazarding a quick glance at the darkening skyline. His intention was to tell her to go home before the weather worsened, but he drew up short at the sight of two figures: one belonging to a strange wolf, and the other a large moose, lying still on its side and collecting a layer of snow. For a moment, he ogled the massive carcass and began to salivate, but then he licked his lips and frowned, turning his gaze on the unfamiliar wolf.

Elwood had never been an overly aggressive guardian, but things had changed: he was Alpha now, and the last unfamiliar male to join their ranks had tried to upend the leadership and had threatened his family. He wouldn't let that happen again. Standing stiff-legged as the cold air swirled around him and seeped into his bones, he called out, "What do you want?"