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

Luckily, Finley responded to Peregrine's call, as well. Although it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, Elwood could never get tired of spending time with her -- as cheesy as that sounded. He bumped her shoulder amiably with his own as she approached, though his features were still clouded with concern. His worry only increased as Peregrine verbalized that he hadn't seen Somnia either; it was really unlike her, which was what troubled Elwood the most.

He nodded solemnly when Peregrine suggested that they take some time to look for their missing Gamma. Three noses would be better than one. "The last time I saw her...we went down to the ice cavern," he said, glancing at Finley; she would know what location he meant. He hadn't yet shared his gift with her, though it was tucked away safely in the corner of his den. "She seemed fine then, but...I don't know what happened since." His voice was tinged with distress; Somnia was supposed to be his best friend, and he had let her slip away without even noticing.