Redhawk Caldera Into jungles, into hell

He was stopped by another stranger, dark and friendly, but by scent he knew immediately who it was; Raven, the sister he had never before met.  He'd heard she was here, but hadn't felt much up for seeking her out.  

Now, though, he gave a happy wave of his tail in return to her hello, smiling at her. This was turning out to be a good day, follow up to a good night.

She asked about the cuts, and he just smiled a little bigger, proud of his and Whip's success.  "Intruder," he said.  "We chased him away."  

He liked her name; Raven, Gannet, and Whip-poor-will.  All of the remaining firebirds were literal birds, and for some reason that fact made the boy happy.  A sibling connection, not that he needed more reason to like her.  If you were a packmate, chances were Gannet was enthusiastically fond of you.