Redhawk Caldera night and the spirit of life

It wasn't long before she crossed paths with someone, someone who was a sight for sore eyes. "NJ!" Raven breathed even as her brother asked, "Who're you?" The yearling's brow furrowed in confusion. Had her litter mate forgotten her? Swallowing, she inched closer, yellow eyes squinted. Only when his scent filled her nose did she realize it wasn't quite right. This wasn't Nightjar. Now everything made sense, though the resemblance was downright uncanny.

"My name is Raven," the Theta introduced, managing a smile for the wolf who must be one of her younger brothers. "I think I'm your older sister. I just returned and I haven't gotten the full update yet," the yearling explained apologetically.