Greatwater Lake jack-o-lanterns in july.

She ignored the Beta's responding quip, this time, though she was resisting the urge to stick out her tongue— likely resulting in an odd expression. But their chatter soon moved to boys, the great unifier of women everywhere (and, on occasion, the great divider). Magpie was still warring with resentment and gladness towards the grey female's presence, but focusing on Summer was an easy and comfortable distraction from the turmoil that she had unintentionally seemed to set off in the caldera.

At Finley's question, the yearling tried to remember— did Summer have scars? She couldn't remember, for Magpie was consumed only by, "He has eyes the color of a golden sunrise, that draw you in and just... fill you with sunshine." Her ears and cheeks felt hot, at that, but it was the truth. Whenever she gazed into his eyes, she couldn't help but feel warmth all the way to her bones.