Redhawk Caldera In screaming color

The first hour of Elwood's patrol was, frankly, quite boring. Except for the occasional squirrel skittering drunkenly across his path, he found himself completely alone. This was, of course, a good thing -- he didn't exactly want to run into a rogue wolf or a cougar. So he changed his mindset and decided that he was doing such a good job of scent-marking and glaring into the distance that any creatures who had even thought of trespassing had turned tail and run for their lives.

He paused at the base of a tall tree, lifting his leg to claim it for the caldera. Once it was rightfully theirs, he scratched the ground with his claws, then meandered on his way. Only when he heard a familiar voice call out did he pause, his ears swiveling as he turned his head to look back up the slope.

His new friend Finley was making her way towards him, and he greeted her with a smile and a wave of his tail as she approached. She positioned herself directly next to him, and he bumped her shoulder amiably and gently with his. He chuckled as she greeted him with his new nickname, and he returned the favor. "Hey, Bear. Just thought I would do a quick patrol, since Fox said she's had some trouble with outsiders lately," he said, resuming his slow, swinging stride.