Redhawk Caldera the road to hell is paved with good intentions

*flops in*

It was not often he thought about others, but for the past few days he could not get Her out of his head. He knew he had acted rudely, as almost always, but still - he had hoped she'd come by once more. He had avoided her and had thought she'd come to him, he was making no sense anymore and it was all because the sudden death of one of his... well, he supposed he could call Peregrine a friend. He did not have many friends, and perhaps that is why it had hit him this hard. He was confused, angry and desperate and could use some of that happy magic stuff they used in the stories he was told as a child.

He lifted his head, looking around to see he was in his own den. An awful nightmare of Peregrine's lifeless body coming to life had haunted him throughout the night, and he was bathing in his own sweat. He was surprised to hear that it was Raven's call that had awakened him, yet she had not called for him... Of course not - why would she? She has already left before, there is no reason for her to want you around in the first place.

He ignored the voice in his head and crawled out of his den that smelled like herbs and mud - surprised by his own reflection in the water. He looked like he hadn't slept in some days, and his usually spotless coat stuck out in all the places it was supposed to lay flat. His green eyes were dull, but this sleepy, depressed look actually looked more dangerous than his usual style. He refrained from grooming himself and sprinted toward the badger den, where he found Her and, surprisingly, Elwood.

Morning. He greeted coldly, padding his way toward Elwood to create as much distance between him and Raven while simultaneously getting involved in the social interaction. He did not look at Her, and instead acted like the ground was far more interesting.