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

Catching up.

The fawn cannot help the way her ears smooth back against the gentle curvature of her skull and the thrumming of her tail as it curls up under the soft flesh of her underbelly.  She was not sure what kind of family rivalry she had walked into but she decidedly did not like it.  Her lips tightened as she assessed everything that lay before her.

Brash as he was, the older man seemed correct in his statements (although his sentiments were debatabe).  Mato's father seemed to speak out of loyalty, while his grandfather spoke from logic.  Even the lamb-hearted doe agreed with him.  And then he spoke something so cruel that the words cut through her and before she knew it her companion's booming voice filled her ears as the attention was brought to her once more.  

It was another sensation akin to drowning.  She repositions herself to the most neutral stance she can manage and somehow quells the quaking that had begun, but her muscles were tense; she wasn't sure if she were ready to fight or ready to run.