Redhawk Caldera it's over.

"Yes," she said simply, "it's me. Welcome back, Aunt Flea." It was sort of strange, being on the other side of the coin. She had been the prodigal daughter not so long ago, after all. She tentatively pressed her muzzle to her aunt's chin in a brief display of affection and respect. "Everyone will be so happy to see you."

Although procuring food did not specifically fall under the purview of a medic, Raven knew it was crucial for restoring Finley's stamina after the fatigue of her travels. She didn't need to be asked twice. Nearly as soon as the request left her godmother's lips, the yearling nodded and pivoted on a lithe black heel, prepared to make a beeline to the nearest cache.

Elwood was closing in on his mate even as she bustled away to grab some sustenance. The Gamma offered him an encouraging smile and wave of her tail as they passed, then disappeared deeper into the territory.

Feel free to skip me. I'll toss her back in at some point. :)