Redhawk Caldera on a cloudy day

He was no stranger to Clover's requests; it seemed like the inquisitive little girl always had something to show to her parents, and they were (almost) always happy to oblige. Having recently returned to the rendezvous site after a patrol -- during which he looked for any sign of Nightjar, but found none -- Elwood was reclining in the sunlight, enjoying the last warm rays before the temperature dipped with winter's arrival. His ears perked up at the sound of Clover's voice and, while there was no alarm in her tone, he still stood and went to go find her promptly.

"What is it?" he asked when he spotted her bounding towards him, grinning at the sight of her spry gallop.