Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

Finley seemed too beside herself to offer any feedback on Towhee's idea, though the Alpha didn't blame her. She grimaced sympathetically at her godmother's rant, feeling a clench in her stomach as the woman's words stoked her own fury all over again. To add insult to injury, the timing really couldn't have been poorer, what with the pups. They were still small enough that they could be easily carried, though, a thought which made the yearling's heartbeat race even faster than Elwood's thoughtful deliberation before he quietly and simply concurred.

He looked behind him at the den and Towhee followed his gaze. She heard nothing, of course, but the two pups were naturally at the forefront of their decision. Slowly, her orange eyes drifted back to Elwood. She returned his nod, then focused on the still roiling Finley. She had anticipated some resistance from her because of Tywyll and Cinder, so her next words largely appealed to this particular concern.

"I think we need to do this as soon as possible, while the boys are still easy enough to transport. X will be back in a few days and my plan is to have him guide the pack to the other side of the mountains. That gives us a few days to prepare ourselves and—" Her voice hitched again as she looked around herself, at the only home she'd ever known. "It's going to be hard, leaving all of this behind. But everything that's important—everything that's Redhawk—will be going with us."

She paused for a long beat, visibly collecting herself, before concluding, "Uncle Elwood, you should call the rest of the pack so we can inform them." Despite what she'd just said, Towhee also wanted everyone to have a chance to say their goodbyes to the caldera. It was just a piece of land, at the end of the day, and not worth risking their lives over. But it would still be incredibly tough to abruptly leave it all behind and embark into the unknown wilderness.