Redhawk Caldera snowbell

At home and traveling a little less now, Bronte was trying to make up for lost time. She had a sluggish start to her day. It had been the kind of morning where you just couldn't seem to wake up, no matter what you did. Drowsiness clinging onto her, stubbornly.

She wouldn't be weighed down and pulled herself from the cozy warmth of her den. Forced her legs to move as she drifted through the chilled air. Which she noted, was not quite so cold as it had been. A sign spring was coming. Her young adult coat was still in it's thick winter fullness, not nearly ready to be thinned just yet.

Pushing through the territory in hopes of catching herself something to eat, Bronte's hope was that this little walk would give her the jolt she needed. By chance, she found herself within easy reach of the borders. It was also the same area in which she could spot Seal, a distance away. But it was not the lovely lady that caught her eye first. It was a movement just beyond the borders. She recognized Chickadee, who was sitting and not looking quite right.

Concern and curiosity kicked in, spurring her forward. As she trotted towards the border, she breezed past Seal. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta check on her." She said decisively but not unkindly. As she had matured, Bronte had become a sort of take charge girl, especially since the attack on one of Moonspear's members. Arriving close to Chickadee, she ease forward with a curious series of sniffs. "Hey it is good to see you! But uh, are you feelin okay...?"