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When Tytonidae mentioned starting her own pack, Raven's eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise. That was actually impressive and kind of awesome, and she nodded her head appreciatively. Her family's bloodline burned with a passion and strength of will that made for good leaders, and several of her siblings had aspired to climb ranks. She was the exception -- that gene had skipped her completely -- although she'd ended up at the top of the caldera's hierarchy anyway due to age and service to the pack. "That's really cool," she commented thoughtfully. "Which plateau will you be settling at? And what will you call yourselves? So I know where to go and who to look for."

Tytonidae's comment of "honor[ing] those who work hard to contribute to the pack by recognizing well-trained wolves of any skill" particularly appealed to her. While she didn't necessarily need praise or recognition for her work as a medic, sometimes she felt her skills and contributions to the caldera were a little taken for granted. It wasn't a huge deal to her, and she didn't resent Elwood or Finley in any way, but...this was certainly some interesting food for thought.