Redhawk Caldera Into jungles, into hell

She made it to back to the caldera in one piece. Resolving never to step foot outside its borders again, Raven dashed uphill to check on her mother at the rendezvous site. En route, she crossed paths with an unfamiliar wolf. The yearling slowed, studying him. He had white fur and, curiously, black feet. She stared at them as she padded closer, trying to figure out if his fur was actually dark or just dirty on his lower limbs.

But when she came closer, she forgot all about his strangely-colored peets feet. Her yellow eyes fixed on the scrapes on the side of his neck. Already she was flipping through a mental catalog, comparing and contrasting it to the few herbs she had available in storage. She should find him something to stave off fever and infection. Raven should also make a salve to help with pain and itchiness.

First, though, she needed to find out who he was and whether he even wanted her help. "Hello there," she said as she waved her tail. "How'd you get those?" she wondered conversationally, gesturing at his neck before adding, "I'm Raven. I'm kinda new, sorta old." She smiled softly.