Redhawk Caldera Forever pretend in our shelters we don’t fall

They had settled the firebirds into the rendezvous site, and everyone seemed to be happier there. Although the caverns had provided ample shelter when it was necessary, Elwood, for one, preferred the freedom of the gently sloping hills. There was one puppy that had been in the periphery of his thoughts, both literally and figuratively, and that was the ragamuffin that Eljay had rescued. In the weeks since her arrival, Raven and Eljay had both tended to her, and she appeared to be improving. But he was still unsure of her and her origins.

He was thinking about her as he meandered, lost in his own thoughts. He stopped short when he smelled Sassafras and became aware of her presence. She was a wolf that had been a Redhawk for some time, but always seemed to keep herself at arm's length -- Elwood couldn't say he knew her well. He peered down at her and smiled. "You okay?"