Redhawk Caldera five, six, seven, eight!

Raven had been tormenting inspecting an especially fat, hairy spider in the grass -- which was probably on the verge of biting the crap out of her -- when she suddenly noticed Nightjar hauling ass away from their group.  She watched him tear away and couldn't help herself -- the tug on her heart was too strong, and immediately she followed him.  At the same time, Aunt Finley was encouraging the two girls to do exactly that, though of course Raven was oblivious to this.  Completely forgotten was the fact that there was a rational adult in charge as the little blackbird lost herself in the thrill of chasing her crazy brother.  Her tongue was flying out the side of her mouth, there was a wild gleam in her eyes, and high-pitched squeals of laughter bubbled from her lips as she ran.  It only took her a few moments to catch up with Nightjar, at which point she nipped playfully at his tail and rump.