Redhawk Caldera shine on, you crazy diamond

vesper remained close to her father for most of the journey, keeping as much distance from peregrine and phox as she could. for a time, the darkling had withdrawn from caring for blueberry, but had begun to pointedly fuss over her once more— shouting, non-verbally, that these wolves were her family. not the stranger, and not the ungrateful, hateful boy that had once been her brother.

they approached what was to become their new home, and waited there in silence. her orange eyes swept the unfamiliar landscape, looking for more reasons to hate it besides that she was here against her will. but they did not have to wait long before a woman approached, making a beeline for phox and pressing herself to him. their new leader, phox's sister. vesper pressed closer to father as blueberry took to mother's breast.

the darkling said nothing, orange eyes defiant as they rested upon the caldera's strangely-accented leader. she wasn't afraid, though it may be mistaken as such. of all the things she wanted to say, none would be considered polite. for a moment she considered loosing what was on her mind, anyway— perhaps, then, they would be driven away and they wouldn't have to stay— but she felt a rumble of warning from her father's ribs, more than she heard it. a message for her in their own unspoken language. behave.

and so she exhaled sharply, turning her head away from towhee, once more absorbing the landscape as she sulked against her father. still, not so respectful, but perhaps understandable given the situation. let peregrine introduce himself with joy, then. someone else could introduce her; she wanted nothing to do with this.