Redhawk Caldera Indy, the torch is going out!

It shouldn't have surprised her that such a noise would bring about immediate response, but it did. Dove was staring wide-eyed down at the pile of stones, feeling quite sick to her stomach, when Jaws arrived. She couldn't pull her eyes off of the patch of yellow bone with the exposed teeth; there was still some flesh clinging to it, likely because of the low temperatures in winter. It didn't smell, but Dove felt a creeping sensation up her snout which made her scrunch her face and scowl.

When Jaws spoke, Dove was at a loss. She moved her head as if to glance at him - or to speak - but could not move her eyes from the remains.

"But... But its dead." The girl half whispered, as if speaking louder would awaken it from an unholy slumber. Yes dear, it IS dead, he just said that. "There is a dead body right there. Dead. Not alive." Her tail swept the ground, threatening to tuck neatly between her legs, but Dove finally pulled herself away from the strange sight and focused (rather forcibly on her part) upon Jaws.

"Who is it?" But why would he know that, he was practically new. This body looked like it had been placed here during winter. "How long - how long do you think it's been here? Oh god, who killed it?" What if there was a murderer among them?! Fox wouldn't be safe - the kids - herself. Her eyes went wide again, and she shivered, suddenly inconsolable.