Redhawk Caldera We're on the frontlines

Ruenna received Nyra's farewell with a nod. "Thank you. May the stars guide your search," she returned the Saint's well-wishes. 

Their visitor departed, and Caracal meant to continue on with his own business as well. The update on Towhee's status was not good news. "She getting worse?" Ruenna murmured, almost to herself. Her brow wrinkled. After a moment she caught herself, realizing that Caracal had technically asked her permission to leave. "Yes, yes. Please take care of her," she urged the boy. "And make sure Fennec is aware of the situation." Towhee and her daughter were not on the best of terms at the moment, but surely this trumped whatever the issue at hand might have been. "I'm going to see about getting that child back to Brecheliant."

Ruenna was so distracted by her concern that by the time she made it down the hill to the child, the girl was nowhere to be found. What Ruenna had thought was the child from a distance had turned out to be nothing more than a boulder tucked in some tall weeds. Had there even been a child with Nyra? Was this some trick-- some strange plan, perhaps, to put Brecheliant and Redhawk Caldera at odds with one another..? That seemed paranoid, but she'd been warned to suspect such things from the Saints. 

Ruenna's worries had increased twofold. She set off to search the borderlands for the missing cub, still unconvinced that the youth she sought had ever really existed.