Redhawk Caldera [m] old year absolutions

I FORGOT \oo/

After her unfortunate (and frankly rather stupid) run-in with the Silvertip male, Roz had licked her wounds and split, but instead of going straight back to "Saltvinter", she veered south.  Most of her hanging around had been in the more southern woods, and if she happened to run into a known aquaintance (like Pan) all the better.  She wouldn't admit to missing him outright, but she knew she did in some small part.

Instead of running into a wolf, she ended up running smack dab into a scent line - one that smelled strongly of a certain cinnamon tryst of hers.  Red's - and Pan's - pack lands.  Well shit.  She backed off a ways, in no way wanting a repeat of her recent fiasco, and stared at the mountain a moment.  She'd been here before, a few times actually, but always with a message to deliver.  Never had she paid a social call.

She remained there a moment, debating whether or not to hang around and chance running into 'Red' or 'Kitten' on their home turf. And of course, by waiting around trying to decide, she ended up staying there for a bit regardless, undecided on what exactly she had even thought to achieve by coming to these parts.  She probably should have just gone back.