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Since Tiger's passing, Raven had busied herself exploring around her homelands with renewed purpose: learning about plants and some of their medicinal qualities.  She buried her grief for the loss of her friend in the intensity with which she sought to build on Tiger's teaching.  The white wolf had managed to impart quite a bit of rudimentary knowledge in the short time they'd had together, and Raven did her best to remember it all.  For now, she spent most of her time simply trying to find more of what she had already learned about:  marigolds, snowflowers*, nettles, chicory, and various types of berries.  Occasionally, she would happen upon an interesting plant she didn't recognize, and being the bonehead she was, she would chew it to see what it tasted like and if it did anything -- unaware that this was the very thing that had killed Tiger, of course.  Fortunately, the only harm that came to her was a lingering nasty taste in her mouth.

She was a tired mess when she returned to the clearing where her family hung out.  Berry juice stained her face, chest, and paws, its purplish hue visible even amidst the darkness of her fur.  Burrs, twigs, and a variety of other small forest detritus littered her coat, and she stank vaguely of skunk.  In her mouth, she carried a few limp, wilted plants that tasted like crap.  

She saw Wifi long before she herself was spotted, for her aptly-named sibling glowed like a vibrant autumn leaf in the warm sunshine.  Her tail waved and she smiled as Wifi came bounding toward her, and she spat out the nasty plants she carried in order to leap forward and nip her sister playfully on the chin.  Wildfire was one of the few things that truly and genuinely made her happy anymore.

*Snowflowers = Queen Anne's lace.  Since Queen Anne and lace are both very human things that a wild wolf couldn't possibly know of, I came up with a more realistic term for the plant.