Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

Fiadh was already en-route when Finley's howl broke the sky, a fat vole clutched in her jaws. Since the heavy collar had been removed from around her neck, she had been a little more morose—a little less Fiadh. Even the birth of her baby brothers had done little to console her from feeling like her identity had been stolen (oh, come on, Fiadh, it was just a stupid accessory), but throwing herself into providing for Finley did some good. Now her ears pricked up and her eyes hardened; that wasn't an ordinary summons.

Kicking up her heels, the young Kappa made for the Blackthorn's whelping den. She made good time, dropping the vole in the grass nearby as she drew up on Towhee and her parents. She spared the Alpha a cursory glance, but her eyes found Finley foremost and she breathlessly asked, "mom? What's wrong?" She couldn't help herself from craning her neck just a little to peer at the dark den mouth, half-expecting that something had happened to Tywyll or Cinder to necessitate an urgent call for the pack.