Redhawk Caldera Pink pajamas, penguins on the bottom

Elwood took a moment to stretch out his legs; his joints were stiff both from sleeping and from being steamrolled by Peregrine. Once he was sure that everything felt just fine, he braced himself and shook out his coat, squeezing his eyes shut in the process. When he reopened them, he could see more clearly, and he was slowly regaining his faculties. He stifled a yawn as he looked to Peregrine, who apologized with a good-natured tone.

"Nah, I'm good," he said, though his gaze was drawn to the paw that Peregrine was favoring. "Looks like you might've banged yourself up a little bit," he added. It was obvious that, if there was an injury, it wasn't severe, so Elwood didn't suggest that they go look for Ashton. Had either of them been more banged up, he would have liked for the medic to give them a check up.

As for whatever had Peregrine so distracted, he would have bet money that it had something to do with Fox and the pups. "What were you thinking about?" he asked, wondering if his assumption would be correct.