Redhawk Caldera It is safe to say...

"If Frolic ran off again, I am not going looking for her," Dwin mumbled, lifting her head, giving Maia a sleepy look and a yawn. Eyelids still heavy, she rested her head on her paws, sighed and caught the last fluttering remnants of her dream. The imaginary younger sister had taken off to haunt other dreams and the rest of the image lost shape, blurred at the edges and then simply disappeared. 

She blinked her eyes few time, tipped her head back to stretch her neck and yawn again. Then she slowly pulled herself up. There was some stiffness in her back and limbs, it took some stretching out to deal with it. Then she met her mom's gaze and felt surprised to see her in person. Somehow the earlier interaction had not felt right. 

"Hi," she asked and yawned. They just kept coming. "Everything okay?"