Redhawk Caldera Guy's got magic cards. And magic hands.

Her neck was stiff, the wound from the older pup still raw and painful as they had been when she first got it, or even more so. Airi turned her body stiffly towards the yearling, sneering at his cheerfulness. Her head still swam, and her eyes squinted at the unfamiliar name. Where is that? She didn't remember the walk to this foreign pack, only remembering walking away from the skirmish, then waking here.

Airi Draconid, She returned, without the informality that Eljay had. She was of a higher status than mere pet names. Who's Raven? Why did you help me?