Redhawk Caldera firefly is the opposite of waterfall

With @Aaron's help (or so I'm assuming...), Raven had created a small dugout in the snow not far from the borders, just large enough to house a single wolf. That was where she'd left West, who appeared to occupy the foxhole still, several days later. For a beat or two, the caretaker worried that she would find her dead. She flashed back to the day she'd stumbled across Charlotte's body. She held her breath as she approached.

It blew out of her when she saw movement and green eyes blinking up at her from a crouched position. "Hey!" Raven said, perhaps a bit too loudly, crunching to a stop. She stood there a few seconds trying to catch her breath and ignoring the way her head swam. She really needed to fetch something to eat, for the both of them. "I'm sorry I haven't come back in a couple of days. There's been an... emergency," Raven explained haltingly. "How're you feeling?"