Redhawk Caldera Blues

The careworn smile warned Towhee, who braced herself for whatever bad news was about to come out of her friend's mouth. Her orange gaze rested on Wraen's lips as they moved, offering no response to the inherent question and instead letting her finish. She didn't know this Arielle. Towhee felt for Wraen, though her first reaction to the request for assistance was met with silent pessimism. In her experience, spending energy on looking for missing wolves was almost always a total waste of time and resources.

She didn't say that, though. What she did say was, "I'll pass the word along." Her kids did tend to move between the packs a lot, so it would be relatively easy to spread the news and raise awareness. Towhee chewed at her lip, wondering whether this Arielle might have fallen victim to a fate similar to Prim's or run into one of the many restless, roaming predators in the area.

"I don't know if this news has reached Brecheliant," the Sovereign said after a beat of silence, "but we lost Primrose recently. And there have been attacks here and at Firefly Glen. There's been a lot of loss around here lately." Well, that was an understatement. "But there's also hope on the horizon. Niamh and I had our heats about a week back and we're both expecting." It was too soon to know for sure yet, particularly in Towhee's case, but she was steadfast in her belief.