Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

Aggression had never been Raven's thing. But since Wildfire's sudden, unexpected return, there had been moments when the dark-furred Delta had found herself uncharacteristically lifting a lip and growling at someone. As a medic, her foremost concern was protecting her sister and facilitating a peaceful recovery for her, but with all these strange wolves lingering about and pressing in on them, demanding updates and insisting they help, it was too much. Thankfully, it was much better now that most of the Drageda wolves had left and some semblance of peace had returned to their home.

She had remained close by Wildfire, only really leaving to visit her badger den full of medicinal plants and other items when she needed something to make her sister more comfortable. Now that Wifi was awake and seemed to be doing okay, Raven had relaxed her vigil a bit. While out for a brief walk, she had stumbled upon -- and, miraculously, managed to catch -- a young turkey. She carried it now back to where Wildfire relaxed, intending to offer it to her emaciated sibling.

As she approached, she appreciated for a moment how beautiful her aptly-named sister was under the bright golden sunlight. She chuffed a soft greeting to Wifi through a mouthful of feathers -- not wishing to startle her by sneaking up on her silently -- and gently deposited the bird near Wildfire's front paws. Flashing her sister a warm smile, the dark medic moved a few paces and then sank to the grass as well, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her back. The healer in her knew that Wildfire had been through a lot, but Raven didn't press. Talking was a part of getting over something traumatic -- Raven knew that better than most -- but it had to be on one's own terms. So, instead, she simply asked, "How are you feeling?"