Redhawk Caldera The heart wants what it wants

"No enemies...yet," Elwood jokingly returned with a flick of his tail. He had engaged in friendly competition with both Somnia and Finley, and had even conspired to "kill" the former in an elaborate play scheme, but already he was considering them to be close companions. There seemed to be very little unrest amongst the members of Redhawk Caldera, despite the friction outside pack boundaries. They all got along well, as far as Elwood could tell; even considering some of their quirks. He grinned as Peregrine dropped Ashton's name.

With a chuckle, he agreed, "Yeah, Ashton can be a bit...odd. But I like him." The hippie had taken good care of him when he had been injured, and there was something soothing about his overly laid-back personality. The Gamma paused momentarily, hiking his leg to mark a bush that didn't seem to smell strong enough of the pack, then trotted a few paces to catch back up with Peregrine. "How are you and Fox doing?" he asked; he actually hadn't seen Fox since the pumpkin patch party, though she was obviously out and about. Her scent was strong throughout the territory, but he hadn't crossed paths with her recently.