Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

The trek was extraordinarily unpleasant, made all the worse by the puppies' cries. That's what little kids did, she knew, and Raven was by now rather impervious to all their various noises of complaint. But these little whimpers and wails of distress, discomfort and pain stabbed her right through the heart. As they toiled and struggled against the elements, the Gamma wished she could just stop, gather all the babies beneath her and sit on them to keep them warm.

Instead, they kept moving, painstakingly, until they finally set foot in the cave. Raven likely jostled poor Titmouse as she bounded inside, shaking out her coat in a likely futile effort to warm up a little. She hastened to her godmother's side, gently dropping her baby brother and then swiftly curling up around him like an over-sized scarf. She made a point to lick his face and toes, the most likely parts of him to have fallen prey to frostbite. All the while, she tried to signal the rest of the pack closer with her bright yellow eyes, hoping they would get the message and huddle together as close as possible until the lot of them thawed properly.