Haunted Wood We make our own future.

The spirited juvenile was understandably upset with herself, and for one precarious moment Raven thought Towhee might dash after the runaway pig in a mad effort to catch up with it. The sounds of its crashing escape through the forest had faded off into the distance now, so Raven knew it was hopeless. She had no intentions of trying to stop her sister, though, so she was glad when Towhee seemed to get a grip on herself and came back to the present situation.

Her mouth was a mess of blood, and Raven imagined there would be some hellacious swelling both in her mouth and elsewhere. As the girl voiced her guilt, the delta's look of concern became something grimmer, a subtle hue of disapproval casting a shadow over the compassion in her eyes. She could not stand the thought of Towhee thinking less of herself over one mistake. Putting herself firmly in front of Towhee's gaze so the girl could not miss a word, Raven responded, -"You do NOT suck. You are a fantastic hunter. You're not even a year old yet and you almost had that thing by yourself. That's amazing."- She flicked some leaves, dirt, and other forest detritus from Towhee's chest before adding, -"One botched hunt isn't a big deal. Everyone screws up from time to time. What matters is that you learn from it and try again."-