Redhawk Caldera Hold on

Amalia had been silent. Fretting and motionless for weeks. As such her weight was down and the once glossy fur a little dull and tired.

Ahe stretched and stood in the sun. Anxious for word about Atreus, but also knowing she couldn't dwell. He would come back some day. He had too.

A frown marred her pretty face and she slowly began to groom herself. She'd hunt next. Time to stop this mope mobile.