Whitefish River the light is always on

It was hot. 'Hot' was an understatement. Not even noon yet and the sun baked the earth, beating down upon her pelt with a fury. She panted as she traveled the border, having set out a couple hours before on a dual errand of hunting small game and looking for her missing children.

A failure on both tasks. 

Movement near the shore of the river beneath the plateau caught her eye, and she turned to find the tawny figure of Meerkat at the water, drinking. Her ears folded slightly back as she called for Phox; did she want to disturb the yearling now, especially after calling for her father?

After a moment's contemplation, Maegi decided to move forward. She should apologize, anyway, for being so short with the young woman the other day.

She found a relatively easy passage down the slope after taking a slightly longer path than anticipated, finally padding onto the open ground and toward Meerkat. Maegi chuffed at the Redhawk in greeting, keeping her posture level, with a humble expression upon her face.

Meerkat, she said, a little breathless from the combination of descent and hot weather. Good morning. Have—Have you or Phox found any trace of them?