Redhawk Caldera Something's Coming

She hadn't been back all that long yet, but already had she fallen into her old routine. She'd missed pack life; there was much more time to laze about in the grass (or snow, around this time of year) and go sky-watching or digging. It was nice to have others to rely on again for important stuff like "safety" and "food" - she was very much capable of caring for herself, the past months were proof of that much, but when she had to chance to be lazy you could be sure she took it.

She was doing the same thing today, taking that chance and cooling off in the snow after an unsuccessful hunt. It was a shame really, as she'd rather had enjoyed a snack, but alas. The sky was grey and empty - not much to see except for the occasional bird flying by. How dull. Would be nice if a distraction came along and, y'know, distracted her for a bit...

She wanted to take that wish back as soon as her slobbering brother came running by, getting pummeled and drenched despite her best efforts to escape his clutches. Fuuck. She squeezed out of her lungs as she tried and succeeded in getting up. Thefuck did you come from, bro? I thought you were wherever Meerkat went to. She laughed, surprised to see him at all. Had he beaten her to a visit? She'd really meant to come, but she was avoiding it, just as she was avoiding their mother and getting a trade and just generally doing something with her life.