Redhawk Caldera everything is by design

She shot Elwood a cursory glance and smile, then refocused her attention on the pups, specifically the one waddling toward her. Although she was still fairly certain they couldn't hear yet, Raven found herself talking to them out loud anyway ever since their eyes began to open. They could see her face and mouth now, after all. "Hi there," she cooed at her adorable little sister, whose endearing eye patches seemed to glow in the dark down here.

The killer whale lookalike pressed her nose against the chunk of meat, then looked at her questioningly. "Believe it or not, it's food," Raven explained, speaking not only as if the pup could hear but also understand. "Want a taste?" she wondered, leaning down and wrinkling her lips away from her teeth so she could gnaw a piece off the slab of frozen moose venison. Her sharp teeth managed to break off a small chunk, more of a flake really.

When it fell to the floor, she nudged it toward her little sister to see what she would make of it.