Redhawk Caldera Your lessers' will hunt you down

Rue hobbled toward the mouth of the caldera, her paws carrying her slowly up the path that she used to travel daily before the pups were born. As it was now, she rarely found the time or energy to limp all the way to the outer territories. Long days cramped in the Hobbit Hole had not done any favors for her chronic back pain, and though her infrequent jaunts from the den were arduous, Rue knew they were necessary if she wished to remain at least partly mobile. 

With all the time she spent at Towhee's side, Rue wasn't up to date with all of the Caldera's current events. She was, however, aware that there was a new recruit at the border, awaiting a leader's appraisal. At one time, Rue would have been in the position to welcome the man into Phox and Towhee's claim upon her own judgement. Perhaps someday, she would be allowed such trust and responsibility again. For now, she contented herself with the opportunity to meet the recruit, and perhaps to share her opinion of the newcomer with Towhee, if the Sovereign wished to hear it. 

She found the man at Towhee's typical haunt, coincidentally sporting a coat that appeared very similar to the Sovereign's. Rue had to squint to make sure it in fact wasn't Towhee. "Hello," she called. Her soft, breathless tone only just carried far enough to reach the man. Stars, did her back hurt. Perhaps he would do her a kindness and take it upon himself to close the rest of the distance