Redhawk Caldera madmax

A day ago, her surroundings were powdered in a light dusting of white. Todays light drizzle washed the snow away, and made for one dreary setting. The green-eyed clover sat outside and huffed, bored—her siblings dozed off for a nice little nap, but for once Clover didn't feel like harassing them to wake up. Instead, the young Blackthorn girl began to move away from the rendezvous and head as casually as she possibly could toward the borders. Normally she wasn't permitted near them, but maybe, just maybe, if she kept her cool, no one would question her... so long as her mom and dad did not spot her, first.