Redhawk Caldera night and the spirit of life

This would be set around the 2nd. :')

Wakefulness crept up on her slowly. When Raven roused and pushed herself upright, she squinted against the sunrise and found herself gazing over the foggy lake in the distance. A mild breeze tousled the soft fur of her nape as she shut her eyes and bent her head up toward the morning rays. After basking for a moment, her head dropped, chin tucking against her chest as she stared down at the churned earth beneath her. She had come here last night to pay her respects and had fallen asleep on the fresh grave.

"Dud..." she said quietly. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. She wanted to apologize for disappearing and tell him how sorry she was for being so distant for such a large part of her childhood. She realized now he had not been acting monstrously that day he had dealt with Junior. He had been nothing more than a protective papa bear. She had been wrong to fear and stay away from him. Raven did take some comfort knowing they had closed that distance somewhat prior to her disappearing act, yet still... there was so much she still wanted to tell him. Now she would never get that chance.

Taking a deep breath, the Theta stood. She couldn't linger here forever, mourning and regretful. She needed to reacquaint with the territory and its inhabitants, get settled back into the flow of life here at the caldera. And it would go on even without its patriarch, Raven knew. It would be a rocky road, especially at first, and in that sense, she had impeccable timing. She began to walk on soft black paws, eager to seek out her loved ones and let them know she was here for them.