Redhawk Caldera Just go get beer.

Fiadh's distress was enough to make the exhausted mother get back off of her ass. She closed the distance between them with a consoling whine and pulled the girl near, worrying her ears with affectionate sniffles and kisses. She took the opportunity to take a closer look at the odd growth around her neck. It didn't smell as though it was infected, and while she'd never seen a tumor grow that quickly, there was nothing else she could come up with. Unless this was some sort of giant, ring-shaped tick. Didn't smell like that either. It didn't smell like anything she recognized at all.

Fin gave a nod of approval when Towhee called for Raven. The medic had spent time away from the Wilds as well, so maybe she would know. It was all they could hope for at this point. "We'll get it off of you, don't worry," she said, not even knowing if it was get-off-able but sensing it was probably what the girl needed to hear, "It's going to be okay. I won't let it hurt you." She shot a glare at the collar as though warning it. For all she knew, it was actually alive and it heard the menacing undertone to her comment. It didn't let go still, though... Bold little bitch, wasn't it.