Redhawk Caldera bone palace ballet

A soft voice called out, and Elwood almost didn't hear it at all -- but he happened to turn back and saw that the she-wolf had stirred. She was shifting into a standing position and he took in her dark colors and thin frame. If he had to use one word to describe her, it would have been tired. He could see exhaustion in her expression and the way she held herself. He gave a flick of his tail and a small smile as he pivoted to face her.

"Sorry to wake you," he said, his tone apologetic and friendly. "I'm Elwood. Are you West?" he asked, stepping towards her conversationally to close the gap between them.