DRIFTING - FEATHER

Hurried, messy footprints were scattered across the beach, occasional golden feather scattered with them. Drift was scared- no, more than that. She was angry, scared, grieving, confused. One would find her in a shallow recess in the sands and snow, then would find her running toward the cliffs. She had to get to the cliffs. She had to. She had to. Safe place.

( obviously retro to death and return )

When Rhinestone had noticed Drifting bolt off from the group's reunion with the newly revived Medusa, he had been understandably worried. He had figured that the girl would be overjoyed, considering how broken up she had been about the hybrid's death in the first place. However, that did mean that it must have been harder for her to accept that Medusa could just come back from that. So, after spending a little while welcoming the other back and finding out how she had returned from the dead, Rhine had decided to follow after Drifting. It had taken a little while for him to find her trail, but eventually he picked it up, following after her towards the cliffs. He couldn't help the feeling of anxiety that lingered in his chest as they got closer, not wanting Drifting to slip and fall. Clearing his throat, the tom called out to the young dinosaur, a frown curling on his muzzle, "Drifting-Feather! Please, slow down and talk to me! We can figure this all out." He mostly just didn't want her to get hurt, unaware of the safe place that lingered within the cliffs.