Redhawk Caldera what is mine is yours

The clearing did look very soft and fluffy thanks to the fresh powering of snow, and her legs were aching from caring the weight of her injured paw. But she didn't want to slow them down. It was already bad enough that she wouldn't be able to hunt for a while, but now she had to make Fitz stop on the way to his den? No way, that was not happening.

With the tiniest glimpse of longing in her fiery eyes, she quickly reassured him that she would be fine. "I'm fine, trust me. Besides, I don't want to interrupt the sightseeing with a boring nap." she protested, her eyes carrying that joking sparkle that seemed to be ever present. Except now the sparkle was happy instead of devious.