Redhawk Caldera until all you see is my ghost.

Liffey hadn't realized her mother had followed her, nor that Finley was even nearby enough to have spotted her. She fell instinctively into a submissive posture, dipping her muzzle guiltily. It took a few seconds before she realized this and tried to straighten, knowing it made her look like she had something to hide. Which she did, but her mother didn't need to know it.

"That was a friend of mine," she replied, trying to sound casual as she averted her eyes to her mother's chin. She wanted to say more, maybe to even offer a different topic to distract her, but Liffey was at a loss and could only lick her lips and give her coat a telling shake.