Redhawk Caldera we exist living a thousand lives, side by side

She had agreed to come to the Caldera to meet his father, but it seemed as if every wolf he was related to came out of the woodworks for this reunion.  She was not displeased by this because the empyrean deserved to see his family but she was intimidated by the sheer number of wolves that emerged in front of them.  The fawn greets them as they come but clings to Mato closely as he leans into her, trying to hide the discomfort that tempts to manifest itself physically — a shifting of weight, a flick of the ears and whiskers and perhaps melt into him and cease to exist altogether.

A gray tank with a kind disposition came out to meet them first and introduced himself as Mato's father, and politely she dipped her head down at him in turn, thinking she was glad that Mato spoke for her as she offered a smile.  She was not sure at the moment if her voice would be stable enough to give the impression she wanted.  A second male arrived almost immediately after with his female, launching a barrage of insults about the Caldera — and rightly so, she surmised! Yet still they intimidated her even more than Mato's father had, so she quickly offered the same dip that Sebastian had gotten before casting her gaze to the ground.

She feels a shifting within her ashen companion and as she turns to look at him the tension is nearly palpable.  It is not that she does not think his anger is justified but it is a side of him she has not witnessed, and recent events had made her wary of masculine anger.  Even though her king is just in his accusations she detaches herself from his side (but does not distance herself) unconsciously, and hums an assurance to back up his claim.  Yes, she thinks, his family should come back with them.  She finds herself speaking although perhaps it is not her place, What a foolish way to run a pack.  What kind of loyalty does that cultivate?  What honor is there in starving out your members so your pups may grow fat?  Of course the pups should not starve but they should not be allowed to gorge themselves if there is a food shortage.

A tall leggy boy with kind turquoise eyes approached, his lips splitting into a grin as he saw the pair.  She perked if only a bit, he was so happy to see Mato!  What an impression he must have just gotten of her.  She almost feels ashamed of her outburst, but she stood behind her words.  She decides that she will be quiet unless addressed, it is not yet time for her when they have so much catching up to do with Mato.