Redhawk Caldera Tired of troubles wasting my time

Elwood wasn't mad at Somnia; sure, the incident with Dove had been uncomfortable, but he didn't fault either female for it. Hormones had obviously been involved, and normally he would have been more patient -- but after dealing with both Grimm and Finley in quick succession, his tolerance had been waning. Once he removed himself from the situation, he deescalated quickly and very nearly forgot about what had happened.

For the last week, he had busied himself with preparing for the birth of Fox's children. That meant extra patrols and filling the caches to the brim whenever possible. He was returning from a stroll along the borders with the intent to hunt when Somnia found him. The sound of her paws crunching against the half-melted snow alerted him to the presence of another wolf, so he paused, looking over his shoulder under his pursuer came into view.

He smiled when he saw his friend, eyeing the featherless bird clutched in her mouth. His tail gave a friendly wave as he allowed her to close the gap between them. "Hey, Som!" he said cheerfully, his greeting perhaps more upbeat than she had expected.