Redhawk Caldera night and the spirit of life

As Whip shut down the conversation and walked away, Raven yearned to go after him. Yet she didn't want to infringe on his space if that's what he needed. Perhaps one day, they would become closer and she could push him a little, get him to talk when it was so evident that something was amiss. But she didn't dare bother him just now.

Frowning as he disappeared into the distance, Raven looked down at her own petite paws, contemplating. She then moved in the opposite direction, heading toward the territory's outskirts to search for some supplies. Whip had insisted he was fine and that might even be true. Yet she would find what she could and get that salve started, just in case. And when the timing was more right, she would ask him if she could help him mend the scars both seen and unseen.