Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

Raven had forgotten all about her siblings' disappearance in that cave. Her lips pressed together as she recollected the collective terror upon realizing Nightjar and Wildfire were nowhere to be found. It was a genuine and valid concern. The pups would be much more mobile very soon. The thought of losing one of them down there in the caverns caused a shiver to travel down the Gamma's spine. She nodded thoughtfully at her godmother.

Elwood spoke up next, weighing Finley's considerations and offering solutions. They had learned from the previous experience and knew to keep up their guard at all times. Perhaps it might even be possible to blockade the rear exits somehow. Raven had no idea if that was feasible, though she still thought that moving the pack into the cave was the lesser of two evils if nothing else.

"I wish we had time to look for another cave around here," Raven murmured, "but I don't think we do." Her yellow gaze fell upon the same shivering puppy. Reflexively, she reached out to the little girl whose white streaks differentiated her from her lookalike brother and pulled her closer to her chest. "It's your decision," she continued, looking up and peering between her aunt and uncle, the Alphas, "but as a caregiver and medic, I really recommend we make the move and do it soon."