Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

"Thanks," Elwood replied, feeling his cheeks tighten into an impossibly large grin. He hadn't felt happiness like this in some time. With the famine presumably coming to an end, he had high hopes for his little family. Peregrine asked their names, and he used his snout to point to each pup. "The grey ones are a boy and girl, Tiarnach and Caoilfhionn," he said. "And their sister is Lucy."

He chuckled and cast a sidelong glance at Peregrine while Caoilfhionn nommed on her twin and Lucy flailed her itty-bitty paws about with abandon. "You sure about that?" he pressed, then dropped his voice conspiratorially. "Fin's always had a thing for you," he teased. His ears turned as another grown wolf approached and he glanced back to see his firstborn greeting Peregrine. Now that there was a second generation of Blackthorns, it was hard to believe that Eljay was over a year old; had it really been that long? Were they really parents of four?

"Hey, Eljay. I think we'll hang out here for a little bit, but I'd love for you to keep an eye on them later," he offered with a wave of his tail. He was proud of the way Eljay had stepped up since the birth of his siblings; Elwood had been especially worried about his son's mental health after the incident with Peter.