The Blackthorn firebrand had followed Raven back to the place where her family allegedly resided, and after (probably) getting a tour of the place, she focused her efforts on settling in.  Immediately she began to patrol the borders, allowing her scent to intermingle with the Redhawk clan's to avoid being mistaken for a troublemaker — or worse, a trespasser.

Although she did not want to admit it, she was filled with a bubbling excitement.  There was family here, real blood family.  But somehow, she always seemed to ruin things.  She stuck to the outskirts of the pack for now, too full of cowardice to introduce herself.

Damn straight that was a stripe.  She turned her head, her ears perked and alert as she heard someone call out to her.  Ceara Blackthorn, she called back, slowing down so the stranger could catch up easier.  

Raven brought me in and I thought I'd go ahead and get to work, make myself useful.  Who're you?  She looked him over and yep, he had a stripe too.  I'm assuming you're a Blackthorn of some sort, neh?  Raven told me there were a good number of us here.

Boy, was she feeling chatty or what?  Hopefully she hadn't said something unintentionally stupid.

Now this dude had a clue.  Casual and cool.  Damn straight.  You're the first one I've met so far, but I did say I just got here.  Who else has stuck around?  Not that she would recognize any of them, they had mostly split before she was born and their names kind of whirled around in her head without any faces to put them to.

Eithne and Cathal're my mom and pops.  Can't believe they're still... you know?  Like, fertile.  They yours, too?  She couldn't even recall how old they were.  Oops.  Ceara hadn't really been the best daughter.  So, who're you?

Oh.  If Ceara had wanted children, that likely would have been a good thing... but she really wasn't interested in them.  It wasn't that she was mean to them, but they weirded her out and the whole getting pregnant thing didn't seem very enticing.  She was a late bloomer — she had just turned two when the breeding season had ended and had yet to experience her first heat.  Maybe next year would be different.

But probably not.  Yeah, if that's your thing, right?  She rolled her shoulders and her ears flicked back.  Yeah.  Everyone called me Fire, but that seems like kind of a dumb name.  Surely it wasn't as bad as Tadpole, haha.  Colt's good, though.

Oh, cool.  I don't think I met any of them, they were probably all gone before I was born.  But um.  Young'ins?  How old?  Is it like, safe to stumble upon Momma Bear or am I gonna get my head bit off still?  That would be something to avoid if she could, heh.

She balked and laughed.  My brother's name is Tadpole.  What kind of parents just — just — do that to someone?  Like jesus christ, it was like they wanted all of their children to run away and resent them forever.  In hindsight, Fire wasn't too bad.  God.  Frog.

She shook her head.  Nope.  I like, actually, just arrived.  Like.  Earlier.  I haven't met anyone other'n you and Raven.  She rolled her shoulders, tail flicked behind her.  But if everyone's as cool as you, I don't think I'll have an issue.  Is there anyone that isn't cool?

Hah!  Cream of the crop right here — Ceara and Colt, at your service.  Uh-huh.  Alright, Slick.  I'm pretty bad at keepin' my trap shut, but guess I'll just roll with the punches, neh?  She snorted and brushed a paw across the ground.  Best I can, anyway.  Thanks for the heads-up.  I'm gonna get back to work if you wanna, you know, be useful with me.

If Ceara would have known about the scouting trip, she would've insisted on coming along — very soon she'd be going on one of her own to check out the regional resources for herself (and little did she know, run into a friend).  But she didn't!  What a shame.  (He should still take her some time).

I was just markin' borders, making sure nobody thinks I'm some idiot trespasser.  But if you got something better in mind...  She rolled her shoulders to finish her sentence as vaguely as she could.

Well, that didn't sound too bad at all.  Sounds good to me.  There are some apples in Grouse Thicket, just over the corner, because apparently she was going to tell everyone because they were just so interesting or whatever.  But if you wanna just, I don't know, go exploring, I haven't seen much of the territory yet.

Or the surrounding territories.  Or any of her packmates, except for this guy.  So, it's up to you.

Patrolling was probably more useful than eating some apples or going exploring.  She had no issue marking the borders alongside her older sibling; he was good company and she was still too anxious (and busy) to introduce herself to any of her other packmates.  She gave him a quirky smile and a quick nod.  Lead the way.