Redhawk Caldera I'll let the waters still

She huffed in impatience as he went to move, again.  I said don't move.  She said, this time with a little more intensity to the order.  She frowned as well, thoughtfully.  She'd actually been mulling over this problem.  Just... wait.

She rose stiffly and moved out, pausing at the entrance just to listen and make sure he wasn't about to try and disobey her.  If he did she'd loose a warning growl.  She wasn't above intimidation when he was in this condition since she could't be sure what of her warnings sunk in.  A growl might succeed where words failed.

For not the first time, she pushed her way through the growing snow.  She could have brought some of it inside, but it wouldn't serve as well.  She had an idea about that.  But first she had to find the right tree.  It took a while, but eventually she found a few good sizeable ones... and at length work a nice thick chunk of bark out.  She carved into it with her claws carefully, hollowing out a shape that was reminiscent of the gift Bronco had given her earlier.  One that really would have come in handy right now, but they'd already established it was partially her own damn fault she no longer had it.  So she'd have to make do with this.

It didn't hold nearly as much, but it would be enough for at least a few swallows of water.  She filled it, then began to carefully stagger back towards the den, trying to spill as little as possible.  There was no way to avoid it with the snow and her injuries, but if she moved slowly she at least managed to keep most of it level.

She set it down in front of Bronco, nosing it closer, and then shook snow off of her back with a shiver.