Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

'Course! I had the same thought. :)

Whether or not his interest persisted beyond this conversation, Raven couldn't guess, but Lagan quite enthusiastically played along by searching himself for any sign of a cut. He pointed out a scrape on his haunch, claiming that he had run into a tree. The yearling looked at him quickly, lips curling and eyes dancing. How had he managed to bump into something as large and obvious as a tree? It reminded her of her sister; Wildfire had been the same way: a lovable klutz.

"Let me have a look," she said in a low murmur, pressing her nose toward the broken flesh. It was already healing nicely, with a thick scab mostly hidden by gray fur. "That's quite a scrape, Lagan. What'd you ever do to that tree, anyway?" Raven mused, yellow eyes dancing even more. "It looks like you're doing a good job healing it all on your own but I'm going to recommend an antibiotic, just in case. Follow me."

Only after exchanging a glance with Elwood—which also silently invited him to accompany them, of course—did Raven begin walking, in the direction of the badger den. There were a few odds and ends in there that she could give Lagan, as something as simple as a leaf to chew to boost his immunity and help him fight off infection. It was quite likely totally unnecessary but Raven Redhawk would rather be safe than sorry, especially when it came to pups.