Redhawk Caldera have you tried flushing the cache?

"Towhee's not good at it because she can't hear anything," Phox pointed out casually, "But I'm extra good and make up for it. She's better at fighting, though. Are you a warrior like Fox was?" That was about the extent of Phox's knowledge on his parents' skills. Peregrine hunted and Fox fought. If they had other talents, Phox hadn't really bothered to figure out what they were.

Nightjar had offered to help, though, so Phox gestured for him to follow. "We gotta go to each one," he explained, "and check to see how much food is there. Hey, you don't even have to be fast for that! Then, um, we go tell Finley and Elwood how much we have. Usually I'll tell them what I'm planning to refill so we don't overdo it." It wasn't a foolproof system by any means, but it tended to keep most of their food stores stocked. "We also gotta make sure the older stuff gets eaten, otherwise it'll go bad." He stopped blabbering for a minute to allow Nightjar some room to chime in if he wanted to.