Redhawk Caldera sometimes following your heart means losing your head

The kid called her a liar and Hedda rolled her eyes - brushing the insult away, thinking about something else. Something daring, something stupid. All things considered... she could take this one down too. Sure it would mean more struggle, more noise, yet she had nothing to lose. And this little fool was so wrapped up in his grief that had not even sensed the initial danger. 

But like with all great ideas they come a second too late. Hedda was suddenly aware that there was a third-party on it's way and that she did not have much time before being attacked by the older wolf. Who would not be easy to take down. She took one last, long and hungry look at that corpse's head, realizing now that there was no chance she would be able to get it. She hissed in dissappoinment, then turned on her heel and bee-lined for the borders and the lands beyond, should luck have it.