Redhawk Caldera it felt like springtime on this february morning

It was strange how the dangerously cold weather and blizzard conditions already felt like a distant memory. The unseasonably warm temperatures and blazing blue sky certainly helped wipe such things from Raven's mind today. She refused to forget about Oriole, though, or even Stoat. As the Gamma stood in the cave's mouth, savoring the tepid heat of the winter sun on her dark face, she hoped the pups were with their parents, wherever spirits went when they died. Raven liked to think there was some sort of happy afterlife.

Brushing that thought aside, she took another moment to remember the dead before focusing her attention upon the living. "@Orca! @Titmouse! @Phox! And someone grab @Towhee! Who wants to go for a little walk?" They were six weeks old now and perfectly capable of accompanying an adult on brief forays away from the over-sized den. Certainly the four boisterous pups would enjoy the fresh air, pleasant sunshine and the wide, open spaces of the caldera.