carefully pour

I figured they couldn't avoid each other forever. >D

Indeed, life was good -- things were going well all around the caldera, it seemed. Everyone appeared to be getting along (at least, as far as Elwood could tell), the three firebirds were growing and thriving, and his relationship with Finley was sickeningly perfect. The only blip on his radar lately had been Derp's death, but even that had been handled in an honorable way. Elwood had nothing to complain about.

Granted, he had been lucky not to run into Grimm, and he wasn't actually sure if Finley had ever made amends with her. It had been on the Beta female's to-do list, but all the commotion surrounding the puppies had pushed thoughts of the white-footed girl from Elwood's mind. Until he saw that exact foot, along with its three black partners -- all attached to the Epsilon's upside-down form.

He stopped in his tracks, not sure of how to proceed. Should he say hi to her, or just move on without drawing any attention to himself? Rather than make a decision, he remained rooted to the spot for probably a minute too long; in that time, the sound of her soft snoring reached his ears. Phew, he thought, as he turned to depart, trying to make as little noise as possible...