Redhawk Caldera a shadow tilts its head at me

Oblivious to her bittersweet timing, Raven slowed to a stop outside the caldera's borders, her yellow eyes drinking in the sight of the extinct volcano. She stood there and stared a long while, replaying memories which were by now very faded and frayed at the edges. Honestly, she could scarcely remember her days here (thank Fox's genetics for that). She could remember her feelings toward this place and those that lived here. These wolves were her family and it was time for her to come home.

Steadying herself with a deep breath, Raven tipped her head backward and let out a soft howl. "It's Raven. I'm back," she sang, wondering whose ears her message might reach first. Her father's? Her mother's? Her godparents'? Her brother's? Was everyone still here? More importantly, would they welcome her back? She knew she had done wrong by them by disappearing and not even sending word back when passing through Donnelaith. She bowed her head and lowered her tail, hoping they could forgive her.