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Cheeks comically stuffed with acorns, Raven trotted in the direction of the badger den. She continuously glanced backward to make sure Lagan was still behind her and not choking or swallowing the little tree nuts. They managed to reach their destination without incident (although she did come close to accidentally swallowing one herself), at which point the yearling promptly opened her mouth and spat the bundle of acorns onto the ground. When a rope of drool accompanied them, she swiped it away with a small black paw.

She turned to monitor as Lagan presumably did the same, her tail slowly waving. "Thanks for being my assistant," Raven said, simultaneously expressing her gratitude and letting him know he was off the hook if he would rather go do something else now. Youths sometimes had short attention spans, she knew. Whether or not he stuck around to help, she turned to focus on adding the saliva-damp acorns into her cache.