Redhawk Caldera they came from behind

We can probably wrap this up, I think :)

As soon as she made to move, she realized that it was a bad idea. She couldn't put weight on her leg, but every time she took a hobbling step forward, the movement jostled the leg she tried to hold off the ground, making it ache and throb. She gritted her teeth against the pain and malaise, and didn't catch too much of what Rye said. She wasn't sure who he was, or if she was willing to trust just another male suitor of Towhee's- whatever this guy was to her, anyway- but he did make a bit of sense. Phox had told her to stay put. Eljay had told her to stay put. And now this guy was. 

"Fine." She said, and sat back down, before she carefully slid back down onto the ground. Eventually, Eljay would come back, and she figured he might pitch a fit if he found out that she'd gone against his orders. He was the pack's medic- and she was supposed to put her faith in him, and take orders from him when it was health-related. She settled her muzzle down onto her good foreleg and huffed. She felt completely useless- incapable of helping Phox chase Reyes out, and being stuck in one place until the medic returned. She also didn't like taking advice from a stranger but...He had a point. And as long as she told herself that she'd been the one to make the decision to stay put, then it wasn't like she was taking orders from some newbie at all.