Redhawk Caldera fancy feast

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Siv had never really known stress in her life. At least, not until she had found herself in the ranks of the caldera wolves. She could not have easily said that she knew real stress, because it seemed to have been derived from the subject of trades. The coywolf girl knew that she wanted to take part in helping the pack. Peregrine had already told her that getting a trade would be highly beneficial, so she’d set her mind to it. The only issue that the Savoy girl seemed to have was this; she was more indecisive than she’d ever been in her life. Being an impulsive creature, Siv often found that it was easy for her to make decisions. When it came to joining the pack, it had been a simple choice. When asked what she wanted to do? She was a teenager being asked to pick her major for college and stick with that major for the rest of her life. Luckily, Siv had three options to delve in to, but she had come to an understanding that offering her choices was not the best thing.
The lanky girl roamed the outskirts of the pack for the better portion of an hour before she slowed her pace and sought the shade of a nearby tree. It was – if anything – a comfortable resting spot, and would allow the troubled youth a brief reprieve from all of her troubled wandering.