Redhawk Caldera chew you up and spit you out

For a moment, the yearling simply stood there— watching the departing form of her sister disappear, making no effort to stop her. The silence was worse than any bitterness that Dove might have spoken. Magpie could analyze words and do something with them... but there was nothing to be gleaned from their absence. She almost went after Dove, demanding they talk, explaining exactly why she hadn't chimed in... but she had her fill of pointless arguments. It seemed the wolves of the caldera were too emotional to see reason, and not for the first time, Magpie wondered if it was even worth being a part of.

Feeling once more aggressive, the youth decided to take action on the feedback she had been able to divine from her moody family. Magpie slipped from the caldera's boundary, purpose in her step.