Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Like Wildfire, Raven was not really mindful of her own growth.  She was growing like a weed, though.  Exceedingly long and gangly legs made for fast but awkward movement, and she frequently tripped over her own gigantic paws and faceplanted.  Moments like that made her grateful she kept to herself most of the time.  The sooty charcoal tones of her puppy coat were now almost entirely replaced by sleek blackness, and her eyes were fully gold as well.  Her own appearance wasn't something she thought about or noticed, however, until her parents or a packmate commented on how quickly it was changing.  

In a break from her usual routine, Raven was taking a breather from her medicinal pursuits in favor of practicing some of the "wardening" skills her mother had taught her.  She hadn't yet visited the borderlands of their territory, but she was quite meticulous in making sure that anyone who got this far into their packlands knew they were claimed.  She had just squatted for the umpteenth piss when she heard her mother's musical howl rise on the evening air.  An alpha's song was a beautiful thing, stirring passions and instincts inside her subordinates -- even the children -- and beckoning them to follow.  Raven did not resist its pull, moving quickly to obey the summons.

She arrived just in time to hear Wifi say something about a tree attacking her.  She grinned at her sister's words, greeted her mom with kisses and tail wags, and then sat down alongside Wildfire.  Only then did she notice the scrape on her sibling's face.  "Want me to clean that for you?"