Roxanne was unaware of the altercation that her father had narrowly avoided. Instead she knew - or thought. at least - that all her flight training was finally paying off. Or her father was getting old, because she was totally beating him! She didn't even look back until she was nearly there, and noticed how she couldn't see him at all. For a moment, she thought he might've somehow gotten past her, but when she arrived by the riverside and he was nowhere to be found, she celebrated her victory. There the surprise awaited: a wooden stick, carefully carved over time to be sharpened at the ends. The stick's main branch was split in two. While one stayed straight, the other curved inwards. It was like having two swords with a single handle, and she gripped it by the non-pointy end and took it out of the earth where she had stabbed it into. Father still wasn't anywhere around by that point, so she figured he had to be held up by something. Flying back to where she last saw him (though arriving on the tree tops), her suspicions were confirmed: he wasn't even racing her.
She rolled her eyes. Distracted by a pretty wolf again? It wouldn't be the first time. Whenever they were out in public together, she'd often catch him making long looks towards certain people. It had only recently dawned on her what it meant, putting two and two together from the school stories he'd tell. 'Sorry if I'm intruding, I'm just passing through.' Without even thinking about it, she'd call from among the trees, "Wait! Do you know Reed Blackpaw?!"