Redhawk Caldera I'm a healer it's what I do

The fireball nodded. For a second, she considered trying to say more, but she thought better of it. Instead, she merely waited for Blue Willow to depart. Without leaders constantly at odds, Fox truly did believe the plateau would be better off. She had known from the very beginning that she had caused a rift to grow in the pack. She could only hope that her absence would allow them to mend once more.

That, of course, led her to wonder how the wolves of the creek were fairing. Fox had not seen them, sans her short conversation with Scimitar, since she had left the plateau. If anything, she had avoided them as if they were the plague.

“Safe travels, Blue,” Fox said after a few moments of silence between them.