Redhawk Caldera winter's first flame

@Elwood and @Finley

Limping and weak did Charlotte approach. Her body ached from not only her healing wounds, but the relentless hunger winter had brought upon her. She was a coastal wolf, one who knew of warmth and salt-crusted paws. The Wilds were nothing like her home; they offered nothing but the bitter cold and wolves with really crappy social skills. Once she reached the first border she could, she called out to whoever would be listening. She offered no real skill, and thus, no real use, but she was young and soon enough, she would be able. Hopefully, it would be enough for the leaders who would surely soon approach.