Redhawk Caldera winter's first flame

hallo!

Four days in and they had already lost one of the newest Firebirds. Finley felt more exhausted than ever as she trudged along the borders. She was supposed to be marking, but instead she was merely gazing out across the plains. It was not lost on her that they were so few and there was every possibility that this was exactly why the little one had not survived. They were all overworked and slowly growing underfed as the caches began to run out and there weren't enough wolves to hunt and replenish them. The Caldera was in trouble as little as Finley liked to admit it. Not enough for her to panic, but enough that her mind had begun to work out how to fix things.

When she heard the call, the Alpha was quick to act. She raced along the borders until she spotted the girl at her doorstep. She had no way of knowing what this wolf was there for, but hope rose in her that they could call dibs on her. Finley could see as she came nearer that this one was not in the greatest shape. She was thin and looked sick, though there was no scent of disease on her. Fin stopped within a few yards of her, assuming the Alpha position as she looked the stranger up and down. Maybe if the girl wasn't actually there to try and join them, she'd be weak enough for Fin to kidnap anyway...

"You rang?" the Blackthorn said, quirking a single brow.