Redhawk Caldera firefly is the opposite of waterfall

Raven liked to think she was a kindhearted and open-minded individual. But when it came to matters of her pack, she knew confidentiality was important. That was why she'd helped West but left her near the borders. That was why she opened her mouth to answer, only to clap it shut. Should she tell a perfect stranger of the caldera's predicament—its weakness—just because she was a patient?

"Don't worry about us," Raven replied quickly, yellow eyes bright despite her fatigue. "How are you? Are you hungry? Why don't you eat some snow—it's important you stay hydrated—while I grab something to eat." The medic paused for maybe two seconds, then turned to make good on her words, not really giving West an opportunity to reply.

She was gone for perhaps thirty-five minutes. She hadn't even needed to dip into a cache. Instead, Raven fed off the carcass of a black-tailed deer near the foot of the caldera. She then gnawed off one of its hind legs, which she drug back to the dugout. She didn't mind sharing meat, not when resources were so readily available. When she dropped it in the snow, a sparkling white cloud of ice crystals burst into the air. The Gamma watched them drift and then settle back, then nosed the over-sized drumstick toward West.