Redhawk Caldera let's get down to business

the other merely barked a cold greeting, continuing with her jog. vesper gave a nod of acknowledgement, then shrugged before returning to her drink— it was no sweat off her back if they didn't want to stop and talk. but she remembered caracal speaking of his sisters, and how one of them liked to spar. she hazarded a guess that this was the one, if she was taking physical training so seriously.

curious, and buoyed by today's rare optimism, vesper peeled away from the shore as sphyra had passed some meters ahead. as she began to sprint to catch up, she offered a bark of her own— neutral, not begging a stop, but merely signaling that she was on her way to join the day's run.