Your dead end dreams don't make you smile

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This was too much for the little bird to handle. She ran from the caldera in such haste that she didn't particularly keep track of her route; but Dove was out of the forest, out of the company of Peregrine with his accusations, and away from Magpie who was - apparently - the half-sister that Fox had told her about. She was tired of feeling walled in on all sides by their judgmental bullshit, but.. At the same time, this separation made Dove quite lonely. She ran, knowing she couldn't really leave, but a run through the wilderness would have to be enough. It didn't even matter that her fur was getting tangled and her paws muddy. All she wanted was some freedom and room to breathe.