Redhawk Caldera [m] Kamikaze

There was no response. Junior's face fell into a scowl. Her ears turned backward. Maybe she should just intrude... but before she could foray further into this line of thought, she saw a familiar swarthy figure appear on the mountainside. Her mouth went dry. Her two-toned eyes never left Peregrine as he came toward her. She could feel the weight of his jade gaze on her face. Belatedly, she remembered to smile. She just hoped it didn't look as fake as it felt.

"Dad," she said when he came within earshot. She looked him full in the face. A small part of her—the small puppy inside her that had worshiped him, back before he'd become a total deadbeat—almost made her rethink her plan. But a much larger part of her felt fury surge through her. He looked happy and healthy. She could smell Fox and the pups on him. She wanted to throw up, preferably in his face.

"I came here to make amends," she announced after a pause, tail flicking tentatively. "I've decided to forgive you... and I hope you can do the same for me." It was simultaneously a bold and apologetic statement. She looked down at her paws. More accurately, her eyes traced over the gruesome scars on her forelegs, wondering if he'd even noticed them.