Redhawk Caldera Hippos Can't Ice-Fish

Elwood looked at Somnia with curiosity, wondering what sort of favor she was going to ask of Ashton. He wouldn't have long to wait, though, because within seconds the blonde medic was emerging from his den, greeting the two grey wolves that stood on his doorstep. There was a grin from Elwood as his friend called him "Electro," a nickname that he had been given the first time they met -- after tangling with a cougar, in fact. The Gamma glanced back at his hindquarters, where the wound from that very scuffle had healed up quite nicely and was a dry scab, nearly covered by silver fur. "Healing up just fine," he responded, flashing a thankful glance at the doctor.

He watched the playful interaction between Somnia and Ashton, raising his brows slightly. Were they flirting? Even if they weren't, Elwood was glad to see two of his close friends getting along so well; he hadn't realized until this moment that they were acquainted with each other, although that wasn't surprising considering the size of the pack. They had obviously spent some time together, judging by their comfort level, and he found himself hoping for a moment that he wouldn't be seen as a third wheel.

His interest was piqued at the mention of fishing; that was one of his favorite pastimes, having grown up on the shores of a large lake. "Oh, fishing!" Elwood exclaimed excitedly, then stopped himself. He hadn't even earned himself an invite yet, and he looked sheepishly between his two companions. "Do you mind if I tag along?" he asked with a wiggle of his tail.