Redhawk Caldera Chokin' on goatmeat

I still welcome people to drop their characters in here at any time! I'm going to vaguely power play y'all in the meantime. :P

No more than ten seconds later, a familiar figure appeared, approaching the group now piling out of the subterranean hideaway. "Sebastian!" Peregrine shouted, bounding forward to meet the large gray wolf. "I'm glad you're all right. How'd you weather the storm? Where did you stay?" While he hurled these questions at his subordinate, the Alpha male nosed him. He was still injured from his foray to the north, though he didn't appear to be sporting any fresh wounds. "Sorry we weren't able to come collect you. It got nasty fast."

He waved his tail at the Healer, then turned to start counting heads as Sebastian engaged with the (slightly obnoxious) Gale. If there were other adults missing, Peregrine didn't notice because only one out of his three children appeared to be with the group. "Where's Nightjar and Wildfire?" he asked no one in particular, trotting over to the cave's mouth and shouting, "NJ! Wifi! Get your butts up here!" His voice echoed hollowly back at him but there was no reply.

That's when his entire body tensed. Lifting his head, he scanned the milling wolves again, then barked loudly, "Has anyone seen Nightjar or Wildfire?" When had he last seen them? He had fought his son all the way down into the belly of the earth, neither of them happy about the descent... and then Peregrine had lost track of his kids in the chaos. Mostly because he had been hugging a wall like a total wimp. Feeling more frantic by the second, he sought the gazes of @Fox and @Raven in particular, hoping they might have answers.