Redhawk Caldera It's uphill for oddities

Sphyra had missed a large portion of what was going on, taking in stride that Towhee was gone and that Reyes was gone — from a young age, it was pretty much a given that someone was always gone, but they always came back, so far — and she hadn't caught a lot of the fuss around the wolf who had brought Towhee home. She didn't really know all of the details of what happened, even though presumably her mother had filled her in on at least some of the happenings. Tierra, too, would return, she was pretty sure. Everyone should just stop being so dramatic and baby-like about everything, honestly. Sphyra did miss Tierra — even though they were dissimilar in many ways, they were still each other's mirror images — but she'd never admit.

When Sphyra was just waking up from a short nap in the den, she suddenly heard a voice ask for permission to enter. The scent brought her to attention immediately, because it was stranger. Who are you? she asked curtly and suspiciously as she exited the den, her posture dominant — chin lifted, tail high, eyes sharp — even though she would never be able to physically take the visitor.