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Shall we wrap this? :)

Raven grinned and returned her nuzzles, her tail swishing the ground behind her. The more she got to know the young Blackthorn, the more Raven liked her. She really was a good wolf, with a kind heart, an iron will, and a smart head on her shoulders. She had only been with the Redhawks for a relatively short time, and already she'd made a niche for herself and proven her value. Raven couldn't wait to see what more the future would bring for her.

As Ceara excused herself, Raven nodded and gestured at the food and flowers she had brought. "Thank you for this," she gratefully said with a bright smile, then added, "At some point when we have time, I'd love to see this garden you've started." With that, she carefully picked up Ceara's offerings -- feeling a growl in her belly at the taste of fresh blood on her tongue -- and turned to head back to the tree where she and Quixote made their home.