Redhawk Caldera foxhole

Sorana occasionally went to the lake to stare out at the little island she once called home, but she always kept a vast distance between herself and the edge of the water. The black lake depths that once mystified her now fueled her nightmares. The gentle lapping of wind-driven waves was no longer soothing to her ears. Nothing about the lake was inviting.

Nevertheless, she went to look more often than not, and today, she spotted Chickadee dreadfully close to the shore. Sora's heart fluttered with fear. She sucked in a breath, prepared to call out and warn her friend of the danger, but Chickadee seemed to sense something amiss about the lake. Two shrill barks later, she was running back into the woods.

Sorana hastened to follow, glad to be away from the water despite her yearning for the island. Galloping along in the Blackthorn's wake, she called out, Deedee, wait for meee!