Redhawk Caldera trust issues

After her tryst with the lone wolf, Dove had gone to the lake. She had bathed in it, soaked her tired limbs until they were numb from the chill, and then disappeared among the trees. The desire to sunbathe had left her; the shale stone upon which she usually basked remained empty, and her pale pelt helped the girl to hide out among the snow. She chose to spend the rest of the day scouring the forest for a den site, which took until nightfall to find, and by that point Dove wasn't interested in dirtying herself all over again. She did what she had become accustomed to - and slept beneath an overhang of trees, where the earth was sunken-in as if waiting for her.

Thoughts of the event played out in her mind, over and over. The run through the field... The hill. The stranger once more appearing, the act itself. Dove didn't feel any different for it; she drifted off to sleep with the thought of being entwined with another body —

— and woke to the sound of her sister's voice upon the wind.

Dove eased herself out from her sleeping place and began the hike through the trees, pausing at the lake as she back-tracked, and then moving deeper in to the territory. By the time she was at the heart of it, others had already come out of the woodwork. She spotted a racing figure shooting through the trees and, incited by their panic, picked up her own; but then when she finally reached the meeting point, she saw it was only Somnia. But there was Fox, her spherical sister, and just beyond her was Magpie - what was going on?

The girl remained silent as she observed the situation, and was about to move closer, to be by Fox, when she spotted the dark figure of Peregrine; really she should have seen him first, being as large as he was, but her mind was filled with other thoughts and other worries. So she adjusted her course, approaching but avoiding them at the same time, and gave Fox a little bob of her head as a hello.