Redhawk Caldera i've been spinnin' for so long, now i guess i'm spun

Twilight was settling over the pack's territory, and though Magpie usually began to think about sleep around this time of night, she found herself restlessly pacing along the lakeshore. She was beginning to carve out a life and purpose here, but she couldn't help but feel a bit... uncomfortable. Most of her life had been highlighted by new sights, but things had settled down to a routine simplicity. She craved adventure (and probably drama, though she'd never consciously admit that), and she wondered if it had been a mistake to try and make a home here with Fox and Peregrine. Her sister had her own friends, her own kids— and Peregrine was a mystery, a mystery that seemed to detest her.

She thought about visiting Summer, but to what purpose, Magpie didn't know— it would either hurt him again, because how could she stay with him...? Or it would completely sever her ties to Fox and the Caldera, because how could she possibly return if she left...?

The yearling sighed, feeling actually and fully lost for the first time in her life. Not wishing to return to her den— not tonight, at least— she curled up on the lakeshore to reflect beneath the stars. If sleep claimed her (and it would not), it would be rejuvenating to breathe in the fresh and unconfined air... but if it did not, she would at least feel a semblance of freedom here.