Redhawk Caldera Alternative workout

A combination of stopping off at the Frosthawks (everyone was doing wonderfully, and @Figment had decided to stay behind for a little while... or maybe longer) and the blizzard had slowed Phox from getting back home in a timely manner. In his mouth, he held the pelt that Fennec had requested. They'd been able to find it right where she'd said it would be. Two birds, although Phox wasn't sure if they were the two birds, followed closely above, and the badger had been right by his side the whole time. It had grown, and it seemed to remember him. The poor thing had practically jumped for joy when it had seen him, which certainly wasn't typical badger behavior.

The winds were still kicking, and the snow was thick when Phox arrived on the caldera's borders that afternoon, blissfully ignorant of all that had happened in his absence. The badger had gotten caught in (another) snow drift, and Phox plucked him out, nudging him forward.

Home sweet home, he said through gritted teeth. It was a fucking shitshow of a storm, but Phox began to make his way to the rendezvous site nonetheless. Surely somebody would be hanging around in one of the nearby patches of trees.