Redhawk Caldera red velvet

Whee phone post while riding in car!

Raven listened, confusion written in her youthful features, as Tiger explained that some stinks could be good. It made no sense to her.  It took her a second to recall exactly what a 'skunk' was, and when she did, she wrinkled her nose up again and recalled the time NJ had farted in their den and Dad had told him he smelled worse than a skunk.

A pang went through her at the thought of her father, but she pushed it away as Tiger continued on to tell her about a pretty orange and yellow flower with an especially odious smell. "Maragold," she repeated after Tiger, trying her best to memorize it.  She didn't quite understand its use though, having never been taught what 'inflammation' meant.  "What's information?". Her pronunciation, as usual, was still a work in progress.