Redhawk Caldera I heard the cries of an orphan

Amalia moved on swift footpaws towards the borders. She had heard the call and she expected that he friends Maia and Bridge would arrive, but she didn't know when or how. So she moved. It sounded urgent.

Green eyes traced from one corner to the next. Curious until they fell upon the white creature covered in slush and dirt. Staring at the borders with mistrustful eyes.

Umm Hello. I'm Amalia. Can I help you?

Then she waited, patient and unsure.