Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

Finley listened as the two replied to her concerns. As little as she liked it, the cave did seem to be their only option. She accepted this without verbally acknowledging it, her mind beginning to work on the next problem this move presented.

"How will we get them there?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. Without thinking, she picked up Screech and tucked her closer against her chest, lowering her head protectively over the shivering little girl. "There are enough of us to carry them all, but we'll need to move as a pack to make sure we keep them blocked from the wind as best as we can." The thought of losing one on the journey to the cold made her stomach turn. They'd already lost one. She hated the thought of losing another, though something told her this was inevitable given the circumstances (meaning the weather; not the rules in the guidebook about allowable litter sizes).