Redhawk Caldera Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

Other than a few sore joints, Elwood had escaped from the tangle with the lynx unscathed. He had been able to carry out his duties as usual, even increasing his hunting and patrolling a bit once he learned that Peregrine had a twisted ankle. It wasn't a serious injury and he was sure that it wouldn't keep the Alpha male off his feet for long, but in the meantime, he doubled his efforts as second-in-command.

On the particular morning that Peregrine called for his gamekeepers, however, he was basking in the warm spring glow. The Beta was sprawled out in front of his own den, flat on his side with his legs extended. After spending the night in Finley's home (which was larger, now that he had dug it out a bit more), he had caught a quick catnap; after all, there was usually very little sleep to be had when he was with his friend-girl. His ears flicked when he heard Peregrine's howl, and with a great stretch, he got to his feet and yawned, then trotted towards the source of the sound.

Somnia's name was on Peregrine's list, too, which reminded Elwood that he hadn't seen her in quite some time. It had to be going on two weeks; that worried him. But between his extra duties and his time spent with Finley, he had been something of a neglectful friend. With a faint frown etched upon his features, he strode towards Peregrine, and the first words out of his mouth were, "Have you seen Somnia lately? I'm not sure where she's disappeared to..."