Redhawk Caldera Ever Changing Tides of Time

It was the rushing of feet she heard first. Her body immediately went on guard and she turned swiftly at the sound. Remembering well the feeling of being hunted. The cat in the trees. The race for her life. But she was pleasantly surprised and very relieved to see it was Killdeer and not a cat. He was kinder, and better to look at too.

She blinked surprised as he skidded to a stop. But offered him a smile with the tweak of an ear. Pressing them forward.

No I'm not, but I will be eventually. A sad little turn of her smile, it pulled downwards. But she nodded at his question.

We can. What's up?