Redhawk Caldera The world is having more fun

There was a lot on Killdeer's mind, and with a racing mind came restless paws. He was criss-crossing the territory today, fur bristling with anxiety. 

He slowed his pace, though, at the sight of a pale boulder in his way. Wait, no. . . Something furry.

Wait.

Ponyboy? he asked, jaw slightly agape, when the scent hit him. He moved quickly forward and chuffed, nudging the boy gently on the shoulder to make sure he was, you know, breathing and all that.

Ponyboy, Killdeer repeated. Are you all right?

Good news: the boy was home. But what the heck had happened? And where was the savage girl?