Redhawk Caldera Homeward Bound

She had been skirting the edges of the territory, looking for @Vesper, when Towhee passed her. Curious, she followed the deaf woman, face scrunched in concentration. They crested a hill and then—

Oh. Ugh.

Her "father" came into view.

"Couldn't find Prevost."

WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!

Ignoring the weird signals Towhee was making, Blueberry surged past the dark she-wolf, barreling a haphazard course toward Mou. Her indigo eyes glittered hard, like precious jewels, boring into him with the force of gravity. It was only when she'd come within a few paces that she spat:

FUCK. YOU.

Ah, yes. She'd heard it, learned it, absorbed it. It felt good on her tongue. And it was perfect in this air.