Redhawk Caldera the shoulder you cry on

Where there was one puppy, there were usually five puppies, and now was no different. Not to be left behind by their brother, the other four came waddling (and stumbling and falling) over to the recently returned Eljay. A few of them bumped into Raven in passing—one rubbed, kitten-like, against her right foreleg—but they were more interested in the slender gray Delta right now.

"They seem to like you a lot," Raven observed with a smile, yellow eyes trailing over one pup—the pale, rowdy @Titmouse—as he obsessively licked the floor where the meat had lain a few moments ago.