Redhawk Caldera Rosebud

@Nightjar, maybe? Anyone's welcome, though! :)

Neither the badger den nor the small garden next to it had weathered the storm very well. Although her brother's scent lingered near the den, she didn't think to attribute the damage to him; she assumed the wind and rain had blown so hard that it had wrecked some of her collection. And it did not really surprise her that the little garden plot hadn't fared so well, either.

She spent the morning sprucing up the area, rescuing and replanting what she could, then tossing the rest into a compost heap of sorts at the corner of the earthen plot. She also picked through her heaps of odds and ends inside the den. She sorted them into two piles, adding the junk from one to her compost heap and taking the rest into a nearby stand of trees, where she buried them.

Afterward, Wildfire admired her handiwork, then helped herself to some lunch and then wandered downhill toward the borders. She wasn't interested in patrolling, though. Actually, she felt the surrounding wilderness calling out to her the closer she came to the edges of her homeland. She had gotten a real taste for her Outrider calling while out there on the road after the storm and she wanted very badly to go out there again.

For now, though, the five-month-old remained obedient to her parents' wishes that she not leave home. She plodded around the periphery awhile, hoping to catch sight of a pack mate, then gave up and sought some shade beneath a bent elm sapling near the caldera's base.