Redhawk Caldera falling from high places, falling through lost spaces

I think it's about time Magpie has a friend. :)

The wounded girl had caught Somnia's attention during the pack activity. It was a shame that she hadn't gotten to interact with her much, if at all. At the very least, Somnia knew her name. She must've been the infamous Magpie, for her scent was familiar. Somnia knew that she was part of the pack right when she joined, and her scent had been around the Caldera for Somnia's first week or two here. Even more of a giveaway was the fact that her pelt resembled the coloring of a magpie.

Right after the pack activity had ended, Somnia started looking for her. She wanted to make sure Magpie was alright, for Fox's half-sister looked absolutely dreadful with all those injuries she was sporting. Perhaps Somnia could even go as far as to help her out while she recovered.

"Hey, Magpie!" Somnia called out to the black and white wolf, not realizing how creepy knowing her name without being told could sound, "Wait up!" Somnia jogged over, not wanting to cause the wounded girl any unnecessary discomfort by making her move more than necessary.