Redhawk Caldera Blues

Snowstorms and cold had kept Wraen cooped up in the fen, therefore she set out to fulfill her promise to Ibis two or three weeks later. By this time it was no longer possible to track Arielle, because any tracks she may have left were gone. But information still had value and, though it was unlikely that the girl would be found that way, they could at least console themselves in the knowledge that they had done all they possibly could have to find her. 

For a small wolf like Wraen, ploughing through deep snow as no easy feat. For an aging wolf with chronic respiratory ailments - even less so. She wheezed and coughed, and had to stop many times along the way. Though she could see Caldera clearly in the distance, it did not seem to come any nearer regardless of the distance she had walked already. It was as if running on the beach with a finish line that kept retreating, the longe you ran and the more often you thought - hey, I will soon get there. 

Eventually, out of breath, hot and tired, she managed to get to an edge of the caldera, where there was less snow and more paths made by wolves moving to and out of the territory. She sat down first to rest a little, then tipped her head back and called for @Towhee or anyone else from the leadership that might be here at present.