Redhawk Caldera they came from behind

Rye followed closely not wanting to look like some straggler and raise alarm,
even though he fit the straggler look all too well. The smell of the border
was rife and put Rye on edge, his instincts told him to turn the other way as
it was not his land, not him home. Once they got past it Rye was able to better
ignore his instincts, although it felt like having his fur brushed the opposite 
way it naturally laid. A sickening feeling. Nearing a cave Towhee stuck her 
head in calling for someone, Rye presumed it to be Eljay or perhaps her mate but
no one showed. The female then hastily buried the pups and began her search again 
for the healer. Rye in tow, directly behind her.

Upon finding him there was a badly injured Niahm, her body scarily limp. Rye was beginning
to think he was a harbinger of bad things. The days events were already unabashedly
chaotic and depressing but it appeared things were only getting worse. His main and 
only question could be summed up in three words. 'What the hell?'