Redhawk Caldera pumpkin patch party — packtivity

When Fox's howl went up, Elwood paused in his digging. He had been hollowing out an area at the base of a tree -- the same tree, in fact, that he had called "home" for his first few nights in the pack -- in an attempt to fashion it into a cache for the winter. The grey delta gave another scratch with his right forepaw, bringing a pile of dirt toward his chest, then righted himself and turned, pointing his nose in the direction of Fox's voice.

It turned out that he wasn't far from her, and quickly found himself in close proximity to the alpha. With pricked ears and a gentle wag of his tail, Elwood greeted her nonverbally, coming to a halt next to a particularly large pumpkin. He leaned down to sniff it, pressing his snout against its hard, smooth surface, and then he looked quizzically at Fox.