Firefly Ravine jet

Redd’s hackles rose as something approached, but smoothed the instant she saw who it was.  One of two who she could count as pack in spite of circumstance, so one of two with whom distrust was not necessary.

Masquerade brought food.  Redd whined softly in thanks, her tail swaying lightly behind her as she stood and nuzzled her sibling’s chin gratefully.  She’d been alone so much in recent weeks that of late her mind was torn on the matter; she yearned to be surrounded by others, but shied away at the complex nature of what the pack had become in her absence.

The child within her yearned for her mother to bring simplicity.  She was detached enough from the Rise to think this possible, and to be optimistic that Augur would grant the place he’d saved to her soon.  Then all would be as it should.