Redhawk Caldera Say geronimo!

The weather had been unexpectedly warm all season, causing the snow to melt into a brownish mush in some areas. It wasn't the most attractive landscape, but Elwood hoped that it meant spring was on its way. Only a few days before, he had been dreading the change in weather; the birth of Fox's pups and the new season would have required him to leave the caldera. His stomach still clenched when he thought of that, but luckily, his fortune had changed in only a few days.

When he spotted the Alpha male reposed in the sunlight, Elwood directed his paws towards him. He had been meaning to catch up with Peregrine, and this appeared to be the perfect opportunity. Perry didn't look as though he was busy or preoccupied; his expression was peaceful and he wasn't moving, safe for the ruffling of his fur by the breeze.

"Perry," he called out as he approached, swinging his tail gently behind him. It would be fairly easy for Peregrine to guess the outcome of his fight with Finley; had it been otherwise, his body language likely would have been more closed off and defensive. But Elwood was the picture of contentment.