Redhawk Caldera Moonstone

Elwood, too, was intrigued by Peregrine's howl, but he didn't seek out the Alpha. He had actually forgotten about the message, until a particularly rank smell tickled his nostrils -- and he knew that his stinky friend was nearby. The mottled grey male wrinkled his nose -- not without a bit of pain, as Finley had recently clobbered him right in the snout -- and considered retreating up the mountainside. When he heard Somnia's voice nearby, however, he decided to investigate. If she was brave enough to endure the stench, then he could, too.

They weren't far from where he was, so after traveling for only a few minutes the grey and black wolves came into view. Elwood had to pause, leaving a good amount of distance between them, as Peregrine's misfortune hit him square in the face. Like Somnia, his eyes began to water, and he pressed his ears back against his head.

"Oh, god," he called, raising his voice to be heard by his packmates. "Peregrine...you reek." He knew he was stating the obvious, but there wasn't much else to be said just yet. Elwood wasn't sure how long he could linger with the putrid aroma permeating from poor Perry's pelt (accidental alliteration, yeah!).