Redhawk Caldera hey child, stay wild

I'm making 40 billion assumptions again, namely that the cave's open and that they've dealt with Oriole's death. Somebody stab me if I've overstepped my bounds, lol.

Birds chirped somewhere off to Raven's left as she sat in the recently reopened cave mouth, the pups playing nearby. There were only four of them now, a thought which made her heart sink every time it hit her, which happened about forty times an hour, give or take. She tried to focus on how happy and healthy @Orca, @Titmouse, @Towhee and @Phox seemed, despite the past week, and how much they appeared to enjoy the fresh air and winter sunlight. They didn't seem much the worse for wear, in spite of Oriole's terrible fate and the lack of proper nourishment, and it was likely they hadn't even realized they'd been trapped at all.

One of the pups had colored the snow yellow and Titmouse was sniffing it with a gleam in his eye. "No," Raven said firmly, striking out a foreleg and hooking it around his small body, tugging him toward herself. "Don't eat yellow snow," she told him, trying to smile down at the wriggly little boy but finding herself unable. With a bitten-back sigh, she released him, watching as he bounded back toward his three remaining siblings.