Redhawk Caldera goodnight, officers

She was primarily ignored – Shithead beckoned her closer, though she only closed the distance a respectful bit. Fox, Elwood and the others remained a rather protective wall between her and the puppies, and she could feel the nervousness flutter in her stomach – an outsider looking in.

The puppies were cute, and she did take a few moments to watch them quietly. The family before her was quite proud in the newest additions to the Caldera – and it was hard to blame them. But she did not belong in this gathering, and yet it was also not possible for her to inch away.

A youthful male seemed in awe of the puppies – he was around her age, but she had yet to meet him.

The awkwardness stretched further as she remained silent, her muzzle bowed out of respect for the family, and her eyes drifting between each of the puppies.. making no movement to push herself closer to any of them.