Redhawk Caldera Julio! Get the stretch!

Fade! That was fun. Eventually Dove will be nicer! lmao.

Whether Somnia was telling the truth or not, her words effectively tied Dove's tongue. She did not want any part in this conversation any longer, and knew that if she did respond, somehow it would come back to bite her. And she wasn't eager for another talking-to from her litter-mate either, since that would likely mean her expulsion from the pack. Despite wanting to shoot daggers at the petulant little nobody, Dove saw the opportunity to leave, and took it. She could feel Somnia's eyes boring in to her as she retreated, and that only instilled a greater sense of loathing within the little dove.