Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

she allowed herself to relax as he took a step back, her defiant gaze replaced with wariness— vesper didn't trust easily, not anymore. she remained unmoved by his assertation that they were cousins, whatever that meant, but appreciated the introduction. whoever this was, whatever a cousin was, the darkling felt confident that he had nothing to do with the situation that led her to this place. and though he was certainly friendly, and even making note of the fact that they may be related, he at least wasn't attempting to shove it down her throat like everyone else.

vesper, she offered simply in return, as the tawny youth turned to look at some movement in the distance. she didn't bother to follow his gaze; whoever it was, they were far enough away that she didn't really care, figuring it was one of her many new pack mates going about their day. they'd approach on their own if they were interested.

isn't that your... vesper did turn to look, then, wondering if maybe he had spotted father, mother or perhaps blueberry— but— no, she said firmly, at the same moment caracal called for the dark stranger's attention. the darkling made to move to a seated position, first, in an attempt to get to her feet... but the stiffness of her muscles was taking a stronger hold now, and as she inhaled sharply in pain, she wondered if the wolverine had managed to break something like a rib, after all...