Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

"Actually, you've just named my top qualities," Elwood retorted promptly, his tail thumping the snow behind him as he prepared to elaborate. "I am an excellent swimmer. Faster than a shark. I have a knack for finding pinecones; my other nickname -- besides Twig -- is Pinecone Finder, after all. My record for acorns in the mouth is 457 -- no one has even come close to challenging me yet. And," he said, pausing both for dramatic effect and to draw in a breath of air, "I can jump to the top of the caldera in a single bound."

He smirked, wiggling his brows at her once he finished his spiel. "I know, I know -- you're impressed, aren't you? Didn't know you would become friends with such a talented -- and might I add, handsome -- wolf, did you?" As usual, the bantering came easily, and though he had only known Finley for a short time, he felt as though he was conversing with an old friend.