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Redhawk Caldera was full of some pretty great wolves, though they had been experiencing some tension as of late. Elwood blamed it on the recent change in membership -- some wolves had left and others had taken their place, creating a different atmosphere. But Peregrine and Fox were still fair and fun leaders, and that set the mood for the rest of the group; he was sure that the pack would smooth over their proverbial wrinkles soon.

As for fulfilling Spectra's request for embarrassing anecdotes, he chuckled and gave his head a little shake. "Peregrine is definitely king of the fart jokes," he agreed, then added, "but I kind of think of myself as a PG-rated version of him. I don't know if I have any great stories." He pursed his lips, furrowing his brow thoughtfully.

"Although..." Something suddenly came to mind, and his expression brightened. "Right after I joined the pack, I got into a tangle with a cougar -- me and Fox, the Alpha female, and another guy named Ashton. The cat scratched me on the bum, and Ashton had to spend an awful lot of time looking at it -- he was our healer," he said with a laugh, remembering Ashton's requests to check out his booty. It was really a shame that the cheerful hippie had deserted them.