Redhawk Caldera skydancer

For @Titmouse! Set sometime in the afternoon; sunny, cold (~25F), clear skies, a little breezy.

With the passing of each day, winter's grip grew tighter and more ruthless on the Teekon Wilds. The mountains' snowline fast approached convergence with the ground, while the bone-chilling breeze stripped ever more foliage from the trees' bony limbs. The sun was in the sky, but its impotent warmth offered little comfort to the creatures of the land. Soon, the lowlands would be blanketed with snow, prey would be hard to find, and life in general would be significantly more difficult.

For now, though, Raven didn't worry herself over things that hadn't happened yet. Her medicine supply was well-stocked, so she felt prepared for whatever winter might have in store for them. At the moment, she was thinking of Titmouse and wondering how his resettlement in the caldera was going. She wasn't really sure where he was hanging out so she did her best to track his scent, which was...all over the place. The boy had never done much sitting still when he was a baby, and it seemed that things hadn't changed much in the months since.