Redhawk Caldera Nature trail to hell

He kept glancing down at his feet and the patch of ground immediately in front of him. But during one upward glance, he spotted movement and paused, staring. A black wolf was milling along a game trail beyond the caldera's reaches, something in its mouth. From here, he couldn't tell if it was friend or stranger, though the package in the wolf's mouth made him think, Blue Willow? He stared and even sniffed at the air, yet the other canine was too distant.

If it was Blue Willow, what was she doing here? She came to see Fox, he realized, deciding it must definitely be her. He opened his mouth to howl to her, then clapped it shut. She hadn't called for him. She probably didn't want to see him. She probably hadn't wanted to see Fox, either, but he guessed the medic just couldn't help herself around someone in need. A sad, crooked smile appeared on his face.

"Miss you," he breathed into the chilly air, deciding she probably didn't want anything to do with him right now. He remained where he stood, watching her, but did not draw any attention to himself.