Your dead end dreams don't make you smile

She stumbled across the field without care for who, or what, could hear her. Whatever confidence she had been exuding through the past few days had been sapped from her, and now Dove was fighting through her emotions, having lost herself in them. She felt trapped. Hungry for the attention she thought she deserved, for the respect, but knowing that the caldera held neither of those things for her; yet she could not leave. Her word bonded her to Fox more than her blood.

Her blood - it was on fire. And her legs, the muscles twitched as she threw herself in to the wind. Dove was flying across the hills and through the reeds — feeling the heat inside of her rising to the surface of her skin, just in time for a familiar face to slide in to her view. Cheesy grin and all.

Had this been any other day, Jaws would be in for a barrage of wit; however, today of all days, Dove wasn't feeling like herself at all. The game she played was a dangerous one now - one which could change her fate, for better or worse. But she was too emotional to care right now.

Right now, she just needed to let off some steam.