Redhawk Caldera the road to hell is paved with good intentions

It wasn't Fox that came to heed her call but the pack's Beta, her Uncle Elwood. Raven favored him with a smile and bow of her head, her tail drooping behind her. "Hi, Uncle El. I've been keeping busy," she replied to his inquiry, turning partway to point her muzzle into the badger den before facing him, yellow eyes catching his gaze for a moment before she dropped hers. "I found some poppies in the nearby meadow and brought them back here to help the pack. Properly dosed, the dust helps lift the mood... quite significantly."

Before she could say anything else, another black wolf appeared. Raven recognized him immediately, her shoulders suddenly stiffening with tension which she tried to smooth away as quickly as it had come. "Hello," she called back to him, wondering about his name and what he was doing here. He looked sleep-deprived and disheveled for it. His tone had been rather cool too. She couldn't help but think that he would definitely benefit from some of her poppy powder.