Redtail Rise the right side of my neck still smells like you

He hasn't heard that voice in some time now.

Dinah?

The Berserker, lounging in the summer heat, lifts his head. He is sure he heard right, but a part of him thinks it was his hopes getting the best of him.

Quickly, he goes off to find her—or whoever it may be—before any Rise member interferes.

And at the border, there she was, striking as ever.

He trots toward her at an easy pace.

Hi, stranger.

Missed me?