Coconut Grove sky's been turnin', fire's been burnin' since '93

@Abaddon
keeping it super vague on the sapphique thing
Mild mentions of dysphoria

Eartha was nowhere to be found. In fact, Hawkes had found no sign of any of the group he'd come into these wilds with. It was... disconcerting, to say the least, but he supposed he had been gone for a while. He did hope that Eartha wouldn't have left thinking that he was a deserter, because he wasn't. It was just that if she believed he was, that was... bad news. A your life is in actual danger right now type of bad news. And after he'd brought himself so low to speak to the Sapphique wolves like he had. 

He cringed inwardly, recalling the higher pitch to his voice and the fake kindness and the lies. It was embarrassing, even if he had to admit he was pretty proud of his performance. 

Hawkes didn't know where Abaddon was now, but the man probably didn't have as high an opinion of him either. His biological sex was not much of an issue for him in his day-to-day life, but it was still there, a niggling itch in the back of his head that just didn't quite fit right. 

With no other ideas of where to go, Hawkes had returned to the previous territory of the pack he'd stalked down. The trees here were more familiar to him - coconut trees more suited to a tropical environment than this. It was bizarre to see the fronds and sand covered in snow, but it was interesting to say the least. Hawkes padded up to one and brushed his flank along the coarse bark, relishing in the familiar feeling against his fur. 

Momentarily, he was not fully aware of his surroundings.