Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

Raven had not expected to come home to such tragedy, misery and upheaval, yet it was a burden she was glad to bear. It served as fair penance for leaving the Redhawks in a lurch so long ago. She continued to work on her herb-gathering, though when she woke to find a thick frost crusting the grass and her breath curling visibly from her muzzle, she knew that was the end game. Everything would be dead now and she would just have to make do with what she'd managed to collect over the past several days.

With no other task to perform, the yearling decided to seek out her Uncle @Elwood. She had gotten the scoop from Eljay, between tears and sobs, and she knew she should catch up with her godfather as well as @Liffey and Lagan, his newest children with Finley along with the missing Lucy. Raven looked forward to meeting her little cousins and just hoped it was okay to come calling first thing in the morning, with nothing to offer except her presence.

When she reached the Blackthorns' corner of the rendezvous site, the black she-wolf paused and chuffed quietly, announcing said presence. Her tail swept the cold air for a moment before she sat, head bowed slightly as she waited.