Redhawk Caldera A-nos-MIA

Peregrine's heart thudded in his chest as he returned from hunting on the plains just east of the caldera, decidedly empty-handed. He swallowed thickly as he began to climb toward the rendezvous site. The instant he got there, he called out, "Rave! Rave, are you here?" Without waiting for an answer, he instinctively sniffed the air. He didn't smell her. He felt panic threatening to build and burst within him. "Raven!" he shouted again.

There was no answer. He loped toward the badger den but there was no sign of her. If his nose had been working properly, he might have begun tracking her, only to realize her scent was several days old. But that was the problem. Peregrine had hoped the young medic might know what might be afflicting him and how to fix it. But there he stood, both his yearling daughter and his entire sense of smell having inexplicably gone missing.