Redhawk Caldera Another color in a world of black and white

"wow." is all that she managed to get out while the caldera become a closer sight for her. neon hasn't been over in this side of the wilds yet and was quite pleased to see the beauty of Bridget's home. of course she'd love to explore more, but the stinging pain on her cheek tells her that adventure can simply wait until they're both patched up.

she would happily sit across from her new bestie and nod her head, though hearing the voice of someone calling out (most likely at her), neon visibly tenses up, paw lifted and the girl falls over onto her back. groveling for some, but for neon, it's just the politics of packs. if rolling means keeping her hide from getting jumped, then by all means she's playing her part. so, she looks like some taxidermied white wolf splayed across the ground, hoping that the belly exposure would be enough to show that she doesn't intend on being a threat.