Redhawk Caldera Never be the same

The howling wolf was none other than Raven. She had found Charlotte's broken, battered body just moments ago. Charlotte was beyond help, likely dead for hours before the Gamma came across her remains. The caregiver reeled for a moment or two before lifting her dark muzzle to the sky and announcing the death in a mournful crescendo.

There was no burying the body in these frigid conditions; she wouldn't even be able to break ground. The yearling issued a silent apology to the dearly departed and then hastened back to the cave, doing her best not to slip and fall on the treacherously icy terrain. When she arrived, she paused in the cavern's mouth to shake the icicles from her coat, then heaved a sigh as she made eye contact with @Elwood and @Finley.

The pups captured her attention then. They were stirring and even trying to howl. Wondering if her own sad song had prompted it, Raven walked over and flopped down beside the five youngsters, striking yellow eyes fixating on the youngest boy in particular.