Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

Raven was one of the children Peregrine had told him that had left the pack. Wanderlust was in their blood, apparently, and he was not surprised that Raven had been among the few who had gone back to the Caldera to see her family. Of course, there were likely many others that would pop up now and again- cousins of his he'd yet to meet, as their family was quite prolific. Usually named after different kinds of animals- particularly birds- a relative of his wouldn't be terribly hard to spot, especially if they resembled one or both of their parents. 

She asked how he knew Peregrine, and knowing that Fox was her mother, he decided to hide the truth from her about why he'd left the Caldera. A disagreement, he'd call it, if she asked. "He's my cousin. So I guess you are too." He said, with a shred of optimism in his voice. He didn't know much about Fox's side of the family- but he did have an affinity to those who were directly related to him. "Your grandmother, Mo, was my great aunt. My grandfather's name was Osprey." He said, knowing that might ring s bell in Raven's memory. He was aware that Pergrine had fathered an Osprey, but that she had died.