Redhawk Caldera Partners in crime

Raven's eyes lifted to study the gunmetal gray sky before dropping to peer at its reflection in the lake below. It was partially obscured by a black figure on the nearby shoreline. She studied it—him, if scent was any indication—from afar for a moment, then began padding closer. Here was someone completely new to her (she was fairly sure, anyway), someone who wouldn't know her from before. It was kind of a refreshing thought.

"Hi," she said meekly when she drew within earshot, stilling at the water's edge perhaps six feet away. Raven regarded him from up close, noting his downtrodden demeanor. It was the theme of the pack lately and did not surprise her. "It hit you hard too?" she asked quietly, figuring he would know exactly what she meant without having to mention Peregrine's death verbatim.