Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

@Elwood if you has time? :3

It was so ridiculously, wonderfully, absurdly splendid to be back home. Her days at the Plateau seemed like years ago. Or had it only been yesterday? Oh who gave a crap, she was home!

Finley wanted to run through the fields, along the streams and over the slopes, happy and free. Unfortunately, she was still quite broken. Her journey home had de-constructed the healing she'd been able to manage during her time spent at the Plateau. She wasn't back to square one, but square three or four was not much more pleasant.

At least she was able to walk on those squares, Fin supposed as she crippled her way down to a stream nearby where she had been staying. Dusk had settled upon the Caldera and with it came another light sprinkle of snow. After drinking her fill, she turned to climb up upon a flat rock that reached a foot or so over the edge. She curled up upon it in a little silver and black-streaked ball of wolf, simply watching the soft flakes as they lazily drifted to the ground.