Redhawk Caldera you've seen the darkest skies, i know

The rain slowly tapered away as a chilly breeze swept in from the north. There was the scent of wild turkey on the wind, which caused Raven to slow a little bit and tip her muzzle into the air. As she was attempting to pinpoint the direction from which it came, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She dropped her head and swung it toward the gray blur, yellow gaze clapping upon it even as it fell still. Liffey, she decided after a beat, smiling a little at the resemblance among the Blackthorns.

"Hi there," she called softly, noticing a bit of apprehension on the younger girl's face. Raven made no move toward her, though the tip of her tail wiggled encouragingly. "You're Liffey, right? I'm your cousin, Raven."