Redhawk Caldera witch's butter

in training, she said. he found that interesting, considering the woman was very clearly caring for children of her own... they were her own, no? he didn't bother to ask, and didn't have time anyway, for she seemed to be off after that. he gave a small smile to her question and a nod, but truthfully didn't care all that much. "goodbye, raven," he returned. he watched her go with a prick of his ears, eventually ducking in himself and heading to the more local part of the den.