Redtail Rise i'll sit all alone, watch from the edge of the earth

it is the first morning since the coyote incident that jr has nursed her shame enough to return to the borders. she is glad, perhaps for the first time in her life since learning that she was different from everyone else, that she cannot hear anyone.

she didn't want to have to deal with pity, which would only give her shame more room to grow, or worse yet, words of encouragement that she would not take very encouragingly.

ghost hasn't ridden on the junction betwixt her shoulders since the scrap and even now, he takes to the skies, a bit ahead of her; reconnoissance.

there are new scents on the borders, even within the territory that she does not recognize; jr takes careful stock of them, tucking them away for later.

for now, her attention remains upon the scents and her visibility of the borders, hoping that if she kept pushing on the soft limp might go away.