Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

If he was five months old, Raven idly noted that he'd almost reached his adult proportions. He was probably an adorable kid, she thought, her heart dipping as it always did when she considered all she'd missed. But before she could possibly start feeling down in the dumps, Lagan tossed the question right back at her.

"Somewhere between one and two. Closer to two now, I think," Raven answered with a switch of her black tail. "Hey, did you know your dad's not only my uncle but also my godfather?" She wondered if he'd know what that meant, if her parents might possibly be his godparents in turn (well, only Fox now).