Redhawk Caldera you've seen the darkest skies, i know

The air was unseasonably warm today, hovering somewhere in the lower fifties, and what would have been snow otherwise came down as a cold, gray rain. Raven hunkered down in the badger den beside her modest stash of medical supplies, taking the time to inventory her items. Long after she finished that task, she lay, sphinx-like, in the little burrow's mouth, watching the downpour. It was warm and cozy in here and she drowsed a little, though she actually grew restless eventually and decided to brave the weather to go check in with her mother.

Would Fox be at the rendezvous site, the whelping den or somewhere else? The only way to find out, Raven supposed, was to look. After stepping out from her shelter, she lowered her nose to the ground to search for scents around the edges of the pack's main clearing. Finding nothing particularly fresh there, she followed an old scent trail and began loping downhill in the general direction of the western borders.