Heron Lake Plateau sky fire above, ice below the hearth

She had just emerged from another cooling venture into the lake, enjoying the relief from the sun beating down on her black fur, when a flash of fiery red caught her eye. She shook the water out of her coat and looked up to see the newest Redhawk approaching her with a friendly greeting, and the alpha started to return her salutations when she noticed the wounds that cross-hatched her legs. Immediately filled with concern, Raven rushed toward her and, as she drew near, she noticed the cut lip as well. "Ceara," she breathed, her eyes scanning the she-wolf for further injuries. "Good grief, what happened?"