Redtail Rise Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Diane's spirits kept a level high to combat her partner's effervescent sadness— and though she had zero idea of what had caused it, she found that immersing oneself in a natural activity, could free the mind of troubles, at least temporarily. Swimming or fishing used to be Diane's relief, but since witnessing the ocean's slaughter of her family, she'd been forced to find other outlets for her mounting worries. Mostly she felt glad he was immersing rather than hanging back. It made her feel better knowing she wasn't the only wolf out there who felt like crying, and she was even more happy to actually help someone in that position.

She let the silence hang between them, comfortable in it herself, as hunting left little room for chatting in the midst of it. She surmised that he was grateful for this, and would talk when he was good and ready. Her muzzle passed over a fresher trail then, and she motioned for Reek to start giving the area a wide girth. Once they located the exact position of their quarry, one of them would be able to chase it right into the jaws of the other.