Redhawk Caldera A-nos-MIA

Only belatedly did he realize he hadn't answered Elwood's earlier question. But the fact that they couldn't find a recent scent trail for Raven really eclipsed everything. When the Beta asked when he'd last seen his daughter, Peregrine's face screwed up in thought.

"Maybe... three or four days ago?" he finally said, only just now realizing how long it had really been since he had seen the young healer. Peregrine's face looked stricken. "That's a long time for us. We see each other every day." There had been nothing particularly telling about their last encounter, either.

A wild thought occurred to him. "What if she went looking for Pan...?" he whispered barely loud enough to hear before abruptly and wildly throwing his head into the air to howl, "Raven! Rave, where are you?" His heart thudded in his chest as his voice tapered into silence and he pricked his ears for a response.

None came after several minutes. Raven was not the type to leave the caldera. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated his earlier mantra, not sure what the hell to do at this point. So he found himself babbling, "I can breathe just fine. My nose isn't plugged up at all. I don't know what the fuck is going on right now."

Everything had been so quiet and peaceful lately. Now—BLAM! Everything was blowing up in his face. Pan was gone, Raven was now missing too and if his sense of smell didn't return, life as he knew it was over.