Redhawk Caldera the old bridge is on fire and i’m the one to blame

There was no turning back after her summons died away, and the weight of that and the waiting almost crushed the girl. All the anxieties that had been brewing inside of her, leading her everywhere but here in a poor attempt to avoid them, erupted in her mind. She hoped desperately that it would be Fox to greet her, and that Peregrine might ignore her all together— though the fiery Alpha was certainly hot-headed, Magpie felt that they, at least, were on a level playing field. Fox had disappointed her. Now, she'd disappointed Fox. They were even.

But Peregrine had only ever tried to do right by Magpie, to teach her, to give her a home. He had been the missing father in her life— and she had repaid that only with disappointment. She realized, then, that the entire reason she had been avoiding the caldera was because she was avoiding confrontation with Peregrine. And when she saw it was him that was barreling down the side of the caldera to intercept her, the yearling quickly dropped and flipped to her stomach, tail between her legs.

She had always thought of this position as humiliating, but it didn't seem to matter when you were already humiliated. Her green eyes closed, and she wondered if this had been a big fat mistake— maybe it would have been better if she had never returned at all. Maybe she didn't mean as much to them as they meant to her. The haunch lay discarded, forgotten. Though her ears pricked at the sound of Fox's voice, the girl made no move, even when the older female stood protectively near her.