where art thou? why not upon-eth me?

A few companions had been sent ahead to alert the Raiders that the party that had gone to investigate the happenings at Hell's River were returning with injured among them. Calliope had gone, along with her sisters. Somewhere along the way they'd discovered a handful of mischievous pups had tagged along as well. Finch had no idea what to expect for her Calliope's return, but she'd brought a satchel with the healing kit she'd been building since she'd arrived to the border to greet her.

She'd never been to that place, but she knew magma and fire breached the surface of the earth there. Amongst her supplies were a few burn poultices and dampened, thin cloth, as well as some run of the mill remedies to alleviate pain and patch simple injuries. If there was something worse coming... she wasn't sure she'd be prepared. Sucking in a deep breath, Finch continued to tread the same path she'd been tracing for hours. In fact, she'd worn the grasses down by pacing back and forth, trampled them straight into the ground. Her restless eyes searched the plains, ears swiveling in kind to catch any trace of movement or distant rustling of grasses.

"speech"