Heron Lake Plateau No more room in hell.

it was not long she rustled between the copse alone; soon she was joined by redhawk's firestorm, and she flickered her a quiet look: "looking for wild rosemary, or white willow.. though i am afraid there is no plant on earth that cures the ailment of gravity." her quip had a playful enough tone, and as she nosed through a brush of mountain-grass, heard towhee call for her.

obediently, caipahas made her way back to the beta and her bird -- offering her shoulder as towhee lurched in her direction. unabashed by the proximity, she was quick to close the gap and push against the black-furred she-wolf, so that she might walk on her good limb while her unsound side was supported by the theta's weight.