Lake Rodney strung in my web

Cinar was traveling alone, just like herself. He seemed to be doing a better job of it than her, judging from that fact that he wasn't half-starved and limping around on an achy paw. 

The conversation bounced back to the scout. 

Alivia's citrine gaze trailed over to the hulking lump of grass in the distance. Redhawk Caldera. She'd searched for months, and now here it was, fallen into her lap. She'd finally made it. 

She dragged her eyes back to Killdeer. He'd said something about restarting his family pack. So.. did that mean the Caldera was uninhabited? That wasn't good. Alivia was supposed to deliver a message to someone who lived in the Redhawk Caldera pack. Or, she supposed, someone who used to live in the old Redhawk Caldera pack. If the old Redhawk Caldera pack was indeed disbanded, there was no telling where Towhee, the intended message recipient, would have gone. Alivia would have to mull over her next step on her own later, when she could focus a little better. 

Killer mentioned his need of "extra paws," and Alivia limped a step toward him with a wry smile.  

"Mine are a little worse for wear," she noted, dipping her nose pointedly toward her paws. "But I'm interested." Her gaze then cut over to Cinar.