If White wasn't on the road with Caravaggio, she was in Polaris. She had missed home and, more importantly, she had missed seeing home with the lights on, and without mysterious dark clouds billowed over it. She'd missed her parents and her brothers-- though she had no idea where they where --but for the time being, she was happy enough just to see Polaris again.

For a time, she wandered. She hobbled along the shores of the crystal river and she stared out across to the generator for a while. She kept a little distance from the dam, wary of the wandering golemns and wary of potentially getting into a fight with them. She could, at the very least, try and fly away from them, should they come over anyway.

Finally, she came to the spire. If she looked hard enough, she would find the spot where she used to nap- a little alcove near the spire, where it was warm. She was, now, a little too big to comfortably lay within it, however. Her back legs didn't quite sit right and her wings jutted out uncomfortably when she tried to sit in it.

But! That didn't matter. Of course not-- it only meant that White could spend a while finding a new, better place for napping. Which is exactly what she began to do. She spent a time sniffing around the base of the spire, testingly sitting and laying around different rock formations.

Nowhere felt right. Nowhere quite fit, and nowhere gave her the sense of comfort and security that her old spot would give her, when she was a pup. A chick? A hatchling? A pupling? White had no idea what you were supposed to call a baby bird-dog. But that hardly mattered.

White lay on the ground a little uncomfortably, laying on her side before rolling directly onto her back, her talons sticking out in air and her wings sprawled out on the ground. It wasn't great, but it would have to do for now.

The hybrid shut her eyes, preparing to doze off.

Paige giggled.

The little Fox cub bounded after the funny looking little bug, with the light up butt. It flew eratically ahead of her, unable to go much higher after she'd accidentally hurt its wing. She leaped, teeth snapping shut a few inches shy, before thudding back to the ground with a laugh.

The bug took a sudden, sharp turn, and she skidded as she tried to keep it in sight. Unfortunately, she was distracted, and didn't see the rock. Her oversized, ungainly paws stumbled over it, and she began to tumbled over. By the time she'd gotten back up, the lightning bug was gone.

"No, come back! I just wanted to play!" she whined, looking around. But it was long gone by then, and so she began to wander once more, attempting to find something to do.

And then her dual colored eyes landed on a thing. It was large and white, with both fur and feathers, and legs stuck up in the air. It looked funny! The little fox giggled, and crouched down, butt wiggling as she stalked forward. Finally, once she determined she was close enough, she'd kick off, hoping to land on the bird-dog playfully.