Redhawk Caldera let your heart run, child, like horses in the wild

Charlotte was off at a trot through the brisk winter air when Raven's black form came into view. She chuffed and sped up a bit, coming just close enough for each to be in full span of the other. Her wounds weren't exactly healed, but they weren't oozing either, so whatever Raven had done must have worked. Hey there! she called. Perhaps she was a bit overzealous, but she quite liked the femme and wanted to give another thank you for her help. They had been cooped up in the cave together as a way to hide from the cold, and she was sure that Raven was tired of hearing her talk day in and day out, but Charlotte just couldn't seem to help herself.