Redhawk Caldera trust issues

Magpie could appreciate Fox's idea for an activity, and her mind immediately began churning— who could she say something nice about? Peregrine was an obvious choice, but he had made it obvious that action was better than words. The yearling doubted he'd appreciate any touchy-feely statements she made, here, and it seemed a bit too self-serving to her anyway. Her mind was still churning when Elwood introduced himself, wishing her well— it wasn't a compliment, per se, but it was a nice sentiment and unexpected. She offered a smile and a small nod of her head, unsure of how to respond to a comment like that in such a situation, opting to give a heartfelt, "Thanks."

Now that she was on the spot, it was obvious who she could compliment— Finley, who sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Elwood. She hadn't treated the Beta female very well on their trip to the Sunspire, but she had appreciated the company and companionship. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to make amends and voice her gratitude; but as she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by a dark female. Magpie glared, despite the point of the activity, gritting her teeth as the nameless wolf showered praise upon two wolves— one of which had been Magpie's target. Greedy.

"I was going to say— Thank you, Finley. I know you didn't have to accompany me to the Sunspire, and I was a little... moody," she jumped in after the obnoxious female returned to her place, censoring her usual foul language in such a formal gathering, "I'm glad I had company, and I admire your loyalty." Because it had been loyalty that moved the Beta to obey Fox without question, and there was nothing bad about that.

"Since you were already taken, though, I guess I need to compliment someone else," her green eyes glanced at Grimm, and she thought about complimenting her— Yay! You're, like, totally enthusiastic and awesome!— but she couldn't bring herself to do so, knowing it would likely come out sarcastic and achieve the exact opposite effect of what Fox intended. Magpie didn't truly know anyone else, beyond Dove, Fox and Peregrine... so she finally did give way and focus on the dark male— Fox seemed too easy, and Dove... well. Could she compliment Dove without it seeming to insult Peregrine? Or without it seeming insincere? He had successfully driven a wedge between the two half-sisters, but they hadn't been close, anyway.

"Peregrine," she began, mind rapid, "We've obviously had our differences. I understand, now, how much you care for Fox," and she did, because she was still here— even injured, even with the extra burden she would be with pups coming so soon— "and the wolves of the caldera. Thanks for giving me another chance." She fell into awkward silence, then, knowing she'd probably get shit from Dove if their paths were to cross again; but she couldn't find herself caring much at the moment.