Redhawk Caldera banjo serenade

:D!  Is it OK if this is backdated to just before Tiger's death?

Raven was growing like a weed.  Already taller than her siblings, it was clear she was going to rival her father in height.  Her legs were getting long and gangly, her snout and tail were awkwardly long, and her ears were oversized for her narrow skull.  She was beginning to lose some of her cute puppy chubbiness as her body slimmed and leaned out.  Her coat was darkening more and more, so that most of the charcoal grey was now sleek, inky black.  Her eyes had nearly finished their full transition; only faint flecks of grey remained in their bright golden depths.

Sadness had reigned at the forefront of her emotions since Tiger's passing, and Raven was left feeling lost in the whirlwind of so much tragedy in such a short period of time.  At least right now, though, she was able to find a little peace of mind:  she had been lying in the grass and enjoying the warmth of the sun on her fur when her mother approached, touched her shoulder, and asked her to come help with something.  Ever the eager pleaser when it came to her mother, Raven hopped up, shook herself clean of debris, and followed.  She admired her mom to the point of nearly worship and wondered what it was she needed.