Redhawk Caldera Sit still

When she wasn’t catching herself reminiscing about her idyllic homeland she was often struck by an itch for companionship and the only family she had in the Teekon Wilds. There was a sense of acceptance there with them, but she still felt apart from them often enough that the idea of her “place” remained a gaping grey area of uncertainty she simply hadn’t been able to shake. It was like an unwelcome fog that hung all around and kept her from feeling close enough, and it was surely all in her head.

She’d been toting a dead and nearly headless marten around with her somewhat absently, lost in soft, mopey thoughts as she made her way with the rendezvous site in mind. Not feeling the edge of appetite, Sassafras was about to divert her path to stow the carcass when she spotted Towhee, Phox, and Raven. Waving her tail with slightly quivering ears, she trotted over and flopped herself down beside them as though she was only physically drained instead of mentally. She pushed the animal away to signal that it was up for grabs before fully registering Phox’s verbal intent by following his gaze to the sky.

She hesitated to answer for just a second because he’d obviously been speaking to Raven, but she was given the slightest of cheerful nods from the dark, adult Redhawk and decided she ought not to leave him hanging. She beamed right back, then turned her warm gaze of mahogany on the shadowy Firebird.

“Those are things we call ‘stars’,” she explained. “You can see plenty of them right now, but there’s even a star that appears during the day…”