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For a split second, Raven thought he didn't know how to explain sun dogs to her. Her brow furrowed, then she realized the truth: he didn't want to talk about the circumstances surrounding his departure from the caldera. Her yellow eyes flicked shrewdly to his face, then away again. She hoped he hadn't been kicked out for bad behavior, else she might get in trouble, especially if she returned home with his scent on her black pelt. She wanted to ask, yet it was abundantly clear he didn't particularly want to discuss it. Maybe she would inquire once back home, after making sure to groom his scent from her coat.

He sidetracked her by describing a halo around the sun. Raven couldn't say she'd ever noticed such an event, though she also didn't stare at the sun very often. Something about the story niggled at her, though, and made her think of her mother. Hadn't Fox used to tell them stories about the sun, moon and stars back in the day? Knowing she wouldn't really remember, even if she concentrated, Raven didn't bother thinking too deeply on it.

"Wh—" she began to say when she saw a familiar shape loom out of the darkness head of them. "Oh, thank goodness," Raven breathed in relief as she smiled at the caldera's shadow.