Redhawk Caldera roses are yuge, violets are bigly

She turned her head when she heard footfalls approaching, favoring her younger brother with a fond smile. "Hey, Whip." Her eyes crinkled at the corners in response to his remark. "You think so?" she asked rhetorically, turning back around to peer down at the shriveled flowers. "I feel like he would have eaten them or stomped on them or something," Raven mused, huffing a quiet laugh.

"You should add yours," she said in the next breath, motioning to the paw print she had left.