Redhawk Caldera i warn you not to doubt the silence before the storm

When he isn't assessing the slew of strangers, he keeps his sights trained on either Thuringwethil or Portia, and occasionally Wildfire's suffering young ones. His heart goes out to them, but he does not reach here and now. Blixen was right in the midst of it, and Artaax fanned out. Dio swallows thickly, and resumes keeping an eye on the Redhawks in the meantime, even as he moved in nearer.

There were many involved here, far too many for his taste, and in mere moments, action is looking to progress. Portia expresses her needs--Wildfire's needs, and he trusts these wolves are wise enough to make it happen if they want her to have a real chance judging by how poorly her condition seemed to be, and that was just by what he could see here on the edges of the commotion. He imagined that was only the half of it. Wildfire needed plenty right now, and was perhaps lucky that of everywhere else in the wilds beyond their own seaside cliffs, that it was here in the homeland of her family that he had turned up on.

The wocha moved in closer when he spied an opening opposite Étoille, and edging up alongside him, helped to steady her battered body over Hux's shoulders with the others. There was little to their red-furred scout now, but he still hoped everything would be fine and that they could get her awakened--and on the road to home--soon.