Redhawk Caldera night and the spirit of life

Whip's assurance meant a lot to Raven, even though his words hung heavily on her conscience. She supposed it was true enough; many wolves did come and go throughout a lifetime, voluntarily and otherwise. It was still a tough reality to hear from the tongue of someone so young. He had clearly been through a lot despite his age, a fact which made her swallow thickly.

Her eyes dropped and, for the first time, she noticed the scars on his legs. Without realizing what she was doing, Raven inched closer to squint at them. She then glanced up at Whip's face and asked, "What happened there?" She didn't for one second consider that they might be self-inflicted. It looked like he had been attacked, which made her insides twist. She swallowed again, only now it was more of a melancholic gulp.