Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

Lagan shook his head and Elwood stepped in to explain. Raven nodded her head, then looked at her cousin godson again, yellow eyes twinkling. Although she had never really given any thought to a family of her own someday, she liked pups and was just sad she'd missed out on the earliest days of both her cousins' and younger brothers' lives. If Fox was indeed pregnant, she would hopefully make up for her earlier disappearing act by being the best dang old sister that ever lived.

In the meantime... "I'd love to show you all about being a caregiver and medic," she said to Lagan. "Would you happen to have any booboos right now, by any chance? Even the tiniest one?" Raven questioned, knowing it was likely for someone so young and uncoordinated to have at least one minor cut or scrape somewhere on his body at any given time. She had gained much of her hands-on experience patching her own litter mates when they were growing up.