Redhawk Caldera We're on the frontlines

Towhee woke him up in the night making the most godawful noises he'd ever heard in his life. Still mostly asleep, he jumped to his feet in alarm only to watch her heave a few times before bringing up her dinner. This happened a few more times before daybreak, the boy's concern and unease growing. He felt a little sick to his stomach by first light.

He offered to go get Fennec, which earned him a pained look he didn't understand and a shake of Towhee's head. He opened his mouth to ask about consulting Bridget then when Towhee cut across him to say, "I'll be okay, Cal. Why don't you go get something for breakfast and I'll try to eat? Maybe it'll settle my stomach."

Reluctantly, he stepped out into the morning light to go find some food. There was nothing particularly recent in the nearest cache, so he mulled for a moment before going in search of another. Surely rotten meat wouldn't help Towhee's stomach. She needed something as fresh as possible.

The howl went up as he sniffed his way around the territory. Caracal paused and raised his head, looking around as if expecting wolves to appear out of the woodwork in answer to the call. When nobody magically appeared, he chewed at his lip. He knew a bit about guardianship, yet it wasn't really his calling. And his mom probably wouldn't like it if he confronted a stranger on his own. And speaking of her, he was kind of busy here...

He'll arrive in my next post. :)