Redhawk Caldera Don't Shake It So Hard

Elwood lay completely still while Ashton was gone, not quite calm enough to fall asleep, but simply enjoying the quiet. He focused on his breathing -- the steady in and out of the air through his nostrils, the rise and fall of his ribcage. Eventually, his thoughts began to drift and he briefly forgot about his injury and the mild worry that he felt.

He thought of Avery, and found himself wondering again where she was. Had she found a new pack? Was she happy? Maybe she even had a mate, was planning to start a family next year. Or maybe she was hurt and alone somewhere, or even worse -- no, he didn't want to consider such a negative option. Besides, she was his twin; he thought that he would feel...different, somehow, if something happened to her.

There was a rustling of feet against the ground as Ashton returned, drawing Elwood out of his own mind and back into the present. He opened his eyes, letting them focus in the dim light as he looked up at the blonde wolf. The doctor was holding a bowl of sorts, and Elwood sniffed at its contents. "What is all that?" he asked, more out of simple curiosity than fear.