Heron Lake Plateau and rut them 'gainst the forest floor

The bird's cries drew Elwood from his reflection. He was somewhere near the lake, thinking about the fact that he was a grandfather. When he first arrived in the Teekon Wilds nearly four years ago, he had never thought that he would put down such deep roots with the Redhawks and the Blackthorns. His thoughts dissipated as his ears pricked and his head tilted to one side, and then he stood and began to trot towards the source of the sound.

He found a bird and a puppy. It took him a moment to identify the child; he knew about the newcomers, Caiaphas and her companions, but hadn't acquainted himself personally with any of them. He approached and then paused, watching as the boy nipped at the bird, whose wing appeared to be injured and was preventing it from escaping its tormentor. The experienced hunter could never turn town an opportunity to teach the younger generation, so with his tail waving, Elwood crouched and gave a chuff of encouragement to urge the pup to keep doing what he was doing.