Redhawk Caldera And the theives that are left to drown

Eshe wasn’t clear on the details of the latest of the Caldera’s drama. A rift between Towhee and her mate, a rift between the Caldera and their neighbors, injured packmates, and lost puppies. The events seemed to be intertwined, but the Frostfur was not privy to how. That was not important, though. The how didn’t change the what.

Wanting to be helpful, Eshe approached the pair as they came together and began to converse. She didn’t want to interrupt, but she also didn’t want to stand there, awkward and silent until a break in the conversation. So, she gave a gentle clearing of her throat to announce her presence and looked between the pair of them with a sweet, but brief smile. ”How can I help?” she asked, her expression shifting towards earnest concern.