Redhawk Caldera Scouting mission 101

Home base.

Sensing mom's presence, Dwin's wailing went down from full-scale siren to few annoyed huffs and eventually to a sigh. She wiggled her paws a bit, attempted to roll on her belly, but managed the opposite. With a gentle push from Maia, she regained ground again. After a bit of contemplation on, what her next actions would be, she began crawling towards Bridget. Not conciously, of course. For the sake of moving around. Unavoidably she bumped right into the adult wolf's muzzle. 

A fort? Huh?