Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

Next round begins May 13th. I may post twice this round if certain members show up. AHEM, Dingo. If you don't have time to reply, but wish for your character to be present, please PM me and I'll acknowledge him/her in the next round as being here. :)

@Peregrine @Finley @Elwood @Eljay @Shrike @Panther @Dingo @Ferret @Gannet @Whip @Peter

Nearly two weeks had passed since the locusts had swarmed the Teekon Wilds, and Fox's eye was a gruesome reminder of their brief presence. Well, that and the complete lack of green and their dead bodies still scattered on the ground. She huffed, wiggling her way from beside Peregrine and the pile of brothers and toward the center of the rendezvous site. Truth be told, she hadn't attempted to do much of anything since she'd returned, but at least her health was slowly coming back to her.

In fact, today was the first day a tiny sliver of her eyelid opened. Not much, mind you, but a sliver. She must've looked like a pup on the verge of opening her eyes. Er, eye. Her left eye continued to work as usual, thank goodness. She still wasn't sure if the right one would ever work again, let alone open any more than it had this morning. The red wolf stretched, yawned loudly, and took a peek at where the sun was in the sky. Looked to be close to midday, so she figured now was as good a time as any to call the pack together. She hadn't exactly told Peregrine of her plans, but it wasn't like she needed his "permission" anyway.

The pups were old enough now that Fox had no qualms with the rest of the pack meeting and interacting with them (under close supervision of herself or Peregrine), and it had been far too long since they'd all gotten together. Knowing she'd likely rouse her mate and children from their midday snooze, she let out a long, low howl for all her pack-mates.