Redhawk Caldera Put it in reverse, Terry!

Ruenna nodded. It was insanely hot out here, and there was no way that was helping whatever was going on with Towhee. She lifted her voice to call for their able-bodied packmates, recognizing with chagrin that she would be of little help here. Rue was capable at a great many things, but treating complicated injuries and carrying heavy things were two tasks that were simply beyond her. 

She did know children, though, and she recognized the look of uncertainty in Killdeer's expression. She bent to give the boy a few reassuring licks on the top of his head. "That was very sweet," she encouraged him, referring to his gesture of licking Towhee's face, "But Grandma needs her rest now. Mom is going to get her all fixed up." 

On the way into the Caldera, she would walk behind the crowd carrying Towhee, alongside Killer-- to stay out of the way, but also to distract the boy from his worries with conversation. She wasn't certain how much language he understood at this point, but at least the attention would be reassuring, she hoped.