Redhawk Caldera Indy, the torch is going out!

Located along the rocky area where Amon was buried. Anyone welcome!

The early days of spring had blossomed around the caldera, and the snow had begun making its departure. There were patches of land which retained quite a bit of moisture because of the melt, and it seemed as if Dove had found most of them through trial and error, despite wanting to keep herself clean. Her limbs were coated with all manner of grime now - streaked with mud, which gave her pale paws a sickly green, mossy appearance - and her mood soured with each dip in to the muck. In an effort to avoid all of this nastiness, she decided to seek higher ground; it made the most sense. If any water remained upon the cliffs then it would roll down the slopes, right? Or something?

So she busied herself with that task. Finding first an animal trail laced with various scents, and those kept her mind occupied (ie: off of the chill of her extremeties and the gross feeling of being... well.. gross) until she came upon a crop of strange little rocks. They weren't all little, and they were really just rocks, but... They were arranged, which was the strange part. With a crease in her expression Dove began to investigate.

She nosed at some of the smaller debris, but could smell nothing of interest. And then she turned to inspect another segment - and then another - and even attempted to climb atop the pile. Mindlessly she kicked at one of the stones which sat in her path, and as it rolled out of the way, so did a myriad of others; catching her own feet and making her stumble back. When the rocks settled, a half-rotted face grinned out at her.

Which prompted an Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom scream to rip out of her.