Lake Rodney With every small disaster

They were here now.

There was no mistaking that scent.  Kiwi had lurked today near the caldera's edge and caught traces of that blonde wolf, the one whose mate she'd taken care of.  And her aunt and uncle... both traitors.  Hatred and caution mingled, but she knew better than to go in now.  They'd tear her apart if they found her.

Then she'd spotted the lone figure leaving.

Tracking her, she noted the odd way she moved and cast about with interest.  Slowly interest turned to full blown disbelief.  You had to be shitting her.  How the fuck did they let this girl stay with them?  Was she seriously blind?

Kiwi pulled her attention from the girl's dead stare to the awkwardness in her gait.  Recent injuries.  Filing that way, she crept forward... then froze as the girl's head shot up.  Apparently she'd been heard.

Well.  She could have a little fun, yeah?

Beautiful day, isn't it?  Kiwi called sweetly, stalking casually forward.