Redhawk Caldera summertime sadness

The coldness in his voice stirred a cringe from her – but it was not that she had become unused to it from within the pack. Fox emanated coldness in waves – only now did it come from the Alpha male, but one day she would learn that what little trust she had managed to build for him had been meaningless – at the end of the day, she hadn’t even learned his name. “Of course,” she offered, swallowing the lump that threatened to form in her throat at being the cause of disappointment in another.

He made no move against her, and maintaining her submission, she skirted around him, her pale paws traversing to the borders as quickly as she could. She did not look back – there was nothing else to say, as he made it clear that any form of friendliness had all but dissipated.

Each thrum of her paws upon the ground enforced her belief that there was certainly no place like home, and that meant with her family. Otherwise, the world was seemingly disappointing.