Redhawk Caldera Suicide

Wildfire did not expect his offer. She froze, simultaneously wanting to take him up on it and absolutely scared of accepting, lest he cotton on to what had actually happened to her. For several long beats, she said nothing, torn between staying safe and keeping what was quickly amounting to her dirty little secret.

And that thought made her stiffen more, if that was even possible. What would she tell Floki? Once more, the thought of him made her insides clench. Unable to deal with it, she shoved the thought aside and took several breaths, trying to focus on the here and now. She could worry about all of that later, after she survived the present moment.

"Just to the lake," she said, voice more brittle than she would like, though she finally managed to look him in the eye for a split second, her features sagging with gratitude and relief. Elwood could walk her there, then when he left, she could wash up, get rid of the blood and maybe scrub away some of the dirtiness she felt like a film on her skin.

Slowly, she rose, letting her tail fall slightly limp so she didn't look so much like a whipped Omega. Wildfire then waited, hoping her uncle would move to stand beside her or, better yet, take the lead.