Rivin had been trying to rest, to keep calm, to make sure she didn’t worry Calico any more than she already had. Their talk weighed on her. As the cold weather came, she had salvaged what she could from her garden before deciding to focus on time away from the main group. She hadn’t blacked out since that fateful day. Maybe she just needed to keep calm. She still wanted to talk to her father, and to Diablo. It felt like she was growing further apart from her family and she hated it. But approaching Diablo was proving difficult. Mainly because she hadn’t been able to find him.
…but it seemed luck would change that day. As she padded across the island, trying to clear her head of the noise that plagued it, she saw him. She’d approach, soon arching a brow when she saw what was in his mouth. It appeared to be a tail. The tail of a child. Was it a wolf? Or some other unfortunate creature her brother had happened upon? It wasn’t like she was a stranger to the concept of violence. He was making for his den if his path was any suggestion, but Rivin chose to join him.
“Hey Diablo. Who pissed you off?” She motioned with her muzzle toward the tail. There was no judgment in her voice, but there was curiosity. “It’s kind of pretty for a trophy.”
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
