Sun Mote Copse well, that's gonna cost you extra.

When Elwood came across Finley's scent after finishing a (very slow) patrol of the borders, he followed it for a few yards and then realized she was leading him to Wildfire and Eljay's den. Naturally, he didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to engage in some puppy snuggles with his new grandchildren, so he hastened along and arrived shortly after his mate.

He peered over her shoulder as Eljay beckoned her closer, his gaze zeroing in on the little one that was crying loudly -- his namesake, he noted with a smile. It was surreal to be looking down at Elwood Jr. Jr. in the flesh. He more closely resembled the Redhawk side of the family, while his sister looked the part of a Blackthorn. Even if the littlest Elwood had been born with purple fur and green stripes, big Elwood would have loved him just as fiercely.

He glanced at Eljay and asked over Elfie's cries, "How is fatherhood treating you so far?"