Redhawk Caldera one jump ahead of the breadline

Erhmagerd, I am sorry this took so long! Ack!

As the little one succumbed to her tiredness, she leaned her minuscule weight against one of Raven's forelegs and smiled sweetly up at her. The medic felt her heart implode (again, for the zillionth time) in her chest and gently tucked a paw around her and pulled her closer to her chest, where the soft black fur might offer some warmth and comfort. She briefly contemplated telling the child a story but quickly scrapped that idea, imagining that the still-deaf child wouldn't find a story nearly as engaging as Raven herself would. A moment later, though, a scurrying motion caught her eye and she spied a beetle picking its way around the other sleeping pups in an attempt to get outside. Grinning, she reached a paw over and flipped the bug back toward Fiadh. It was a relatively harmless beetle, not one of those scary horned things, and Raven wondered what the girl would do.