Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

thanks for helping me work off the rust as usual! if it feels right to fade here then feel free

Sharp and biting, but understood at each turn.

Trailhawk stayed. She listened, she watched. Even as the skies became an uglier thing and roared with their own emotions. Logic said she really ought to go. Leave the grieving to those who had loved and lost.

What was the harm in accepting some kind of shelter, though? In maybe seeing if this lost face turned upon on the borders while she rested. Hushed she followed, inclined to accept this good offering.

Then pondered on if it was appropriate to inquire more about this place, about its people. She doubted the woman was in the mood for any kind of diplomatic discussions that were not centered around the retrieval of the lost wolf. Not now, not this very raw moment. Maybe after the rest and the storm passed on...

Her tail waved behind her in wordless thanks.