Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

We can skip Charlotte, since she's dead now. :P

She blinked hard, her tongue darting out to catch the cold water that slid down the side of her little black muzzle. Above her head, another droplet slithered down the icicle, then plopped right between her ears. Towhee froze, then slunk rather catlike toward Finley, hoping her godmother could protect her from these strangely icy beads of moisture. En route, she crossed paths with Charlotte and blinked up at the cream she-wolf. Her blue eyes squinted as her lips moved soundlessly.

Towhee made no response, of course. More than likely, Finley answered for her as the puppy abruptly turned away and bumbled deeper into the cave again, skirting around the frigid puddle now forming directly beneath the icicle. She cast her eyes around the shadowy crypt, searching for her litter mates, particularly Phox. She wasn't looking where she was going when she stumbled directly into Sassafras's soft, shadowy shape curled up against the wall.