Redhawk Caldera for a moment of glory

A voice Fox did not recognize rose toward Redhawk Caldera, and she peered in its direction suspiciously. She assumed it was a willing pledge, and yet she got the feeling that the call had been for her mate and co-leader, specifically. She figured that even if he did eventually answer the call, having her as backup couldn't hurt. So, off she went, careful to pace herself so her rib didn't bother her. Her front paw had healed, giving her quite a bit more freedom that she'd had two weeks ago right after the accident. And while her rib still hurt, it didn't impede her movement the same way her ankle had.

What she found was a scrawny juvenile who looked as if he'd been to hell and back. He was clearly malnourished, Fox thought, and his age reminded her once again of Bones and Magpie on various occasions. How was it that wolves that age managed to survive at all? And why did they show up on her doorstep? With a heavy sigh, Fox made her way toward him, tail over her back and ears up. She said nothing on her arrival, waiting for him to answer the unasked questions of who he was and why he was here. Fox was wary of taking on another youngling, but she would hear him out.

... or not, for it seemed she had scared him off. Either that, or he was avoiding her in favor of Peregrine. As soon as she arrived, he scampered off into the distance, leaving her standing alone as she watched him retreat from the border.