Redhawk Caldera coming out of my cage

end of recluse days

For a long while, Clover had kept to herself. Her sleepless nights caused her to be irritable at best and delusional at worst. For her own part, she had tried to articulate the events... but to talk about it made it real again, and she was not prepared for that. Her mind could scarcely take it, up until the point that it built for itself a great big wall that could not be torn down. Once that wall was built, Clover could not even remember that she had been upset at all; the events that had led to her near mental breakdown had been seemingly forgotten.

Her rambunctious pep in her step had returned as she moved through the territory. The weather was warm and as she meandered through the territory, she caught scent of the herd she and her family had once hunted. She wondered if she could give chase to that deer Fiadh had selected... maybe even hunt him down. Clover supposed the first step would be to find the dude. Then, a hunt.