Redhawk Caldera Warp 1.9.

For a while, she simply gazed out at the snowstorm, lost in her thoughts. She hadn't given much thought to the encroaching mating season these past few days, what with everything going on, despite being nigh obsessed with it prior to that. Now she left her mind drift in that direction, for a distraction if nothing else. But it only made her heavy heart sink even deeper. If her heat did come on soon, she couldn't exactly leave in good conscience. Even if her pack mates—including the visiting fireflies—didn't need her, it would be dumb as hell to go looking for fuck buddies in a goddamn blizzard.

Sighing, Towhee surfaced from her thoughts long enough to glance backward at the three resting invalids. Bronco had roused, sniffing in Meerkat's direction. The Sovereign maintained her post, watching her daughter's eyes slowly open as she scooted toward her older brother. Both of Meerkat's forepaws came forward to clutch at one of Bronco's as her gaze settled on his face. Even from over here beside the door, Towhee could see the way Meerkat's own face crumpled as she beheld Bronco's wounds. She couldn't hear the sobs that wrenched from her daughter, though she could see the way they shook Meerkat's pale shoulders.