Ravensblood Forest but imma keep it hella 1987

The news disappointed her a little, though Bat didn't linger on it. Instead, she reverted back to the much more important topic at hand: the word "gucci" and its proper application. "If you don't call a thing gucci, what do you call gucci? If it's not a thing, what is it? Nothing? Nothing is gucci?" Well, she'd gone and tied her own brain in knots. She shook her head, huge ears flopping softly against the sides of her face, and decided to drop the subject for now.

"Does Aunt Raven have kids?" she wondered, seemingly out of nowhere. It would be cool to have other pups around—she already missed her siblings, even if she refused to think about it—although that reminded Bat of something. "Hey, you know how we talked about telling her that my mom gave me permission? Well, I was thinking... what if I told her I was a little older? Then we wouldn't even need permission. But I'll still say I got her blessing," the youth added quickly.