Redhawk Caldera let your heart run, child, like horses in the wild

Raven strode after her, tail twitching and head cocking in response to Charlotte's words. "Dead?" she guessed, thinking of the moose they had deconstructed near the borders. Before waiting for a response, she added, "I hope so, because I'm no good at hunting." And there was no way the two of them could safely take on large game.

Although they moved quickly, the Gamma could already feel the tips of her ears, nose and toes starting to tingle and lose sensation. The cold air stung her sensitive teats as well. "This is awful," she murmured, glancing over at her companion, wondering if the deep cold was sinking into her healing cuts. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

No more than three minutes later, Raven decided aloud, "We need to turn back, Charlotte, or we're facing frostbite and maybe even hypothermia. Let's run back to the cave." She gave the subordinate female a pointed look, then spun and dug her little black toes into the frozen earth. Ignoring the pain and numbness, she rocketed back toward the safety of the underground cavern, Charlotte not far behind.