Redhawk Caldera Swinging from the fire escape

West will stay in the background unless she's interacted with. Please tag her so I know!

Some nights, West makes an effort to sleep near the pack. There aren’t many she’d gotten to know and most of the time, she keeps herself away. A burning in her chest leaves her confused, certain she’d made the right choice, but finding the poppies again gave her more to question. Everything crept up the back of her neck and so she made a bigger effort to sleep closer to the rendezvous site in hopes her presence will at least be noticed. She stirs early but does get up and waits well until the sun is high in the sky before she even considers moving, letting the warm rays of sun soak into her dark fur. The snow is beginning its departure and she can’t be more thankful.

By the time she’s ready to move, she picks herself up and notices a crowd off in the distance. West hovers back, watching as the alpha and his mate—and another she doesn’t recognize—is trailing along with a group of puppies.