Redhawk Caldera Say geronimo!

Hakuna mafuckits!

He expected nothing less from Peregrine -- the Alpha's posture changed as he drew nearer, reflecting back Elwood's own happy vibes. This was followed by a round of good-natured teasing and singing, which he accepted with a rather stupid grin on his face. He settled himself into a seated position, wrapping his tail around his paws; as he did so, he noticed a few stray hairs drifting away, glowing like polished silver in the sunlight, and had the same realization as Peregrine: I'm shedding.

"Things went well," he confirmed slowly; though part of him wanted to shout about Finley from the top of the caldera, he also knew that things were a long way from perfect. "I didn't expect to run into her so soon, actually. I think we both wanted some space, but you know how things go. We both happened to be near Lake Rodney, so we ended up talking. She said it," he continued, his eyes widening as he recalled the memory. Though he didn't specify what, exactly, Finley had said, he knew that Peregrine would catch on instantly.