Redhawk Caldera you don't get me high anymore

Defeated, Raven sank to her haunches and bent down to begin licking at her other dribbling teats. This is a good thing, she repeated like a mantra in her head, though it was hard not to think of this development as more damning evidence of wrongdoing. Eventually, she ceased her movements and sighed—then yelped an instant later when a voice spoke from practically right on top of her.

"Kaizer—!" she exclaimed, ears folding and mouth snapping shut as he began to talk. She listened, her confusion only growing. "Kaizer," she repeated when he was done, "you lost me way back at 'jealous.'" Raven fell into a silence which demanded further explanation.

But he must have reconsidered yet again. With another muttered, "Forget it," Kaizer left. This time, he did not turn back, maybe because Raven didn't bother calling out again. She just stared after him, baffled and a little frustrated, feeling an absolute lack of closure over the encounter. Just let it go, she coached herself with a shake of her head. Life was already dramatic enough without trying to board the Bluesummer's emotional carousel.

Speaking of which, Raven blinked down at the moisture seeping from her underside. Her lips pinched. It was more uncomfortable than anything. With a resigned sigh, she began seeking someplace to sit and give herself a tongue bath. It was best to keep this little development under the radar, Fox's especially. Even if it could be helpful—this meant she could hypothetically nurse her younger siblings if needed—Raven knew the Alpha female would never let that happen so it was all rather moot.