Redhawk Caldera time after time

Dwin had been out scouting the previous day and had had a very good time until she arrived home late in the evening to the utter panic and turmoil that ensues, when a kid goes missing without a trace. Under different circumstances she would have congratulated her sister for her bravery and curiousity. But there were her parents, who worried immensely and had been very hard to console. Not least because each blamed themselves for not being on guard and also had come up with all the horrible ways she could have died. 

Dwin, who had felt exhausted already and had now been robbed of a well-earned rest, spent the rest of the night looking for the kid. Heavy rainfall at dawn had not helped the issue the least and eventually -angry, tired and drenched to the bone, she had decided that nature was nature and you could do nothing about it.

Few hours later. A summoning howl and a flash of familiar coloured pelt running past her. Dwin was relieved for her parents' sake, but she was not quite ready to forgive that easily. She harboured murderous thoughts on, what she would do IF Frolic's upbringing were in her jurisdiction only, while she made her way to meet the hero of the day. "Morning," she greeted the sand coloured she-wolf before her. "Where did you find our little," piece of shit, "piglet? We were worried sick."