Redhawk Caldera My independence seems to vanish in the haze

They would not have her, as she had expected. Perhaps she had screwed up everything for herself (she most definitely had), but there was no place for her here, apparently. And she wouldn't push her luck, not for the promise she made Titmouse; her survival seemed much more important. She looked to him once, and there was a glint of fear in her eyes; what lay before her was murky and uncertain. 

 "I'm sorry." was all she murmured to Titmouse, before twisting; but not fast enough to miss the stinging snap that landed on her flank. She moved, gaining speed rapidly until she left both Titmouse and his Caldera behind, an odd sort of longing sitting heavy in her chest.