Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

When Elwood had decided to take a walk on this particular night, the last thing he expected was to meet an unfamiliar packmate. And beyond that, he would never have assumed that they would have clicked and gotten along so well. He wasn't a standoffish wolf, per se, but he was the more serious twin; Avery was always the one who was hamming it up and making other wolves laugh. But the banter with Finley was effortless, as evidenced by the easy laugh that rolled off his tongue as she assured him that she just "got" people.

She then enlightened him as to why she had been perched on the flat rock in the first place. Elwood raised his brows slightly, surprised to hear that she was ready for another bear fight. It was becoming evident to him that she was a feisty one, and just from her latest comment he imagined that being laid up with injuries was difficult for her. She seemed to be the kind of wolf that preferred to constantly be on the go. "Personally, I love naptime," he said with a shrug, "but I can see how it would be boring when you have a pastime as exciting as fighting bears." He didn't know the circumstances of her scuffle, just that it had involved one of the large, ferocious animals and that she had luckily escaped with her life. "Lucky for you," he said in the next moment, "in my spare time, I'm a bear. So. Yeah." He sat back on his hind legs, lifting his forepaws off the ground and baring his teeth in his best impression of a bear.