Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

Clover came when called, though erred on the side. She had no intent to leave her family, despite her days (read: weeks) of reclusiveness. She just could not find her typical brand of fearlessness. Being around others made her jumpy. One might think that being alone would make it worse... to be sure, there was no effective way for her to heal. Her mind was working on it, though. Now and then she would bring squirrels to the cache, but she was hardly a good, decent, contributing member. If others looked hard enough, they mind find her hyperventilating by her lonesome only to mentally talk herself down. Her mind was a chaotic, confusing place filled with Ithrik's foul breath and loathsome features. Her tired eyes scanned the crowd, but she was mute.