Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

Raven watched her lap up the medicine, glad that she was able to get it down without throwing up again. The fact that Wildfire didn't complain or comment on the funky taste spoke volumes about how bad she must have felt, and her heart ached for her sister. "You should try to eat again in a little while," she advised. "Meat and animal blood have a lot of nutrients and minerals that your body really needs." She would ask the pack to get some fresh meat for her. Old stuff from one of the caches wouldn't be enough -- it needed to be bloody. Plus, in her sister's fragile state, Raven was worried about her getting sicker from eating soured meat.

Wildfire relaxed after eating it and Raven was about to ask her how her belly felt when her frail sister spoke up first. Her words sobered Raven quickly, for she understood implicitly that Wildfire had been through something traumatic and that her talking about it now was a Big Deal. She hadn't expected to have this conversation just yet, but she was glad that Wifi trusted her and felt comfortable enough to talk about it with her now. Raven looked at her sister with eyes full of concern, her face solemn, and wordlessly lay down beside her. Her answer was clear: she would listen as long as Wildfire needed her to.