Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

Gannet picked up on the concept easily enough and didn't complain when one of his sisters was laid at his feet. He bent down wordlessly and picked her up, firmly but gently.  He understood it both from hearing it said and from the nervous tingle that set to work in his legs - move fast.

When Finley or Elwood led off, he would follow closely behind, shielding his precious burden best he could.  He remembered where the dens were, if they were the same ones they had sheltered in during the locust storm, but they needed to travel in a tight-knit group for warmth.  Better to follow.