Sun Mote Copse you keep this up and this won't be the last plug i pull.

The hours ticked past slowly as Elwood waited outside the den. Eljay hadn't come yet, which worried him -- not for Eljay's safety, but for Finley's. If something went wrong, he wanted an experienced medic nearby. But she seemed to do it without too much trouble, and Elwood had even slipped into an uneasy doze when he heard her cry out triumphantly/tiredly.

He sat bolt upright and peered into the den, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness backlit by the moon over his shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his gaze sweeping first over Finley as he determined that she was, indeed, in one piece. "Does everyone have all their fingers and toes?" he queried next (even though wolves don't have fingers). He looked to the four little silver bodies at Fin's side and his heart swelled with pride.