Redhawk Caldera Some kind of animal.

Leto had been restless and miserable since her arrival. Paws never stopped moving, ears rarely left full alert.

Delos seemed to be alright which did provide a level of comfort, but it didn't stop her from worrying about Apollo. Nothing would. There was no right answer, neither option had a moral high ground over the other. If she left to look for Apollo she was a horrible mother, if she stayed with Delos and hoped Verapaz would search she was still a horrible mother. Either which way she left a son behind.

Pushing out a breath upon hearing Towhee's call, she eyed the den she had dug out for herself and Delos. He was likely sleeping, he always took a nap in the afternoon.

Minutes passed before she came to Towhee, groggy son following behind her.