Redhawk Caldera The jig is up, the news is out

Damn they were prompt.  She had barely shut her mouth when the start of her welcome party showed up, and she was pleased to see that it would be little red she'd be dealing with rather than tall, dark, and stingy.  As she greeted her by name, another came behind but remained silent.  Lucky that, she doubted that the young outrider could have gotten her packmate alone.  In fact, they might want to call in a few more.

What was her name again?  It was lost to her.  It didn't matter, she wasn't here on a social call anyway.  "I found another one of your wolves, a ways west of here.  Figured I should let you know.  She's a little rough, so will need help."  And not just physically, she thought wryly.  Have fun with that one.  Though maybe she wouldn't be so snappy with friends and family.  In which case Roz would be honored the acid was reserved for her sake.

"You might want to call in the calvary.  If you have to carry her, that won't be a cakewalk."  She sat down, her duty done and news delivered.  She'd probably have to give location details, see about a little something for her trouble, and scoot out double quick.  She wasn't keen on running into Red or Pan on their home turf... better if things stayed on neutral ground.