Redhawk Caldera Into the abyss

Tiger knew all of her siblings well. As well as they could. But when he mentioned he and Finley dug the trap, she could only assume it was for, well, her. Finley didn't trap rabbits or things; she ran at them like a bat out of hell. It was no use in pretending otherwise, but she couldn't begrudge him it, wanting to be on her good side and all. Tiger was the cool sister after all. His apology she took seriously, even though she never took apologies seriously. Why? He crossed his heart. The Blackthorn promise. "Alright! If you're lying, you owe me your heart!"

His questions, the volley of them, was met with a shake of her head. "Ahm, no, I don't even know what I need. It doesn't look broken, but I definitely can't walk on it right now. I'll just... hang out... maybe just... grab that rabbit...?" It had died in the fall, but not from the fall; from terror. A heart attack. That he had news to share was news to her; Tiger had thought all was great and well in the world as it was.