Redhawk Caldera red velvet

Raven listened to Tiger explain what each word meant, and she soaked it up with interest.  She'd heard her parents and siblings talk about "trades" before, but she'd never really given much thought to them.  It wasn't something that sounded especially interesting to her.  She just wanted to play and chase bugs, take naps in the sunshine, swim, and get dirty.  Why did she need a trade to do any of that?

But she found herself wondering if healing people with stinky plants was a trade and, if it was, if her mom would let her try it.  It sounded cool.  It was like magic.

Tiger paused after a few moments and then asked her how she was doing.  Raven understood that Tiger was asking in reference to the awful thing she'd seen her dad do, and the smile died out of the pup's face.  A somber cast came into her eyes as she looked down at her feet.  She didn't know how to talk about it.  She didn't know what to think or what any of it meant...only that somehow, something bad had gotten inside of her and was doing a lot of harm.  "Like I got a affection," she mumbled after a moment, Tiger's explanation of "infections" still fresh in her mind.