Redhawk Caldera Wanna try to paint the world in a new way

There was a young buck scraping the last of the velvet cover from his antlers. Sorana watched, fascinated, how he rubbed them against trees and wondered if it hurt. She likened it to scraping her claws against a hard surface and concluded that it was likely painless, but uncomfortable.

That was when Bridget came up beside her. The buck was far enough away that the presence of two calm wolves did not drive him off completely, but his ears flickered nervously to and fro and he stamped one hoof when he caught the scent of them. Sorana unconsciously mimicked him, tilting her ears forward, then back, before finally swiveling the one closest to Bridget in her aunt's direction.

She felt a swooping in her belly when Bridget said she wanted to talk. Sorana didn't have serious talks very often, but she knew those words usually meant something specific was coming. Her voice was already uncertain when she asked, what d'you wanna talk about?