Redhawk Caldera Serenity Cherry the funniest pony this side of Applewood

Raven ventured out toward the fringes of the territory, then flopped down in the snow with a sigh. She couldn't stop thinking about poor Oriole, how he had suffered and starved and died. She felt horribly guilty for ever leaving the cave that day, not that she could have known what would happen. She was angry at herself and the others outside for not working tirelessly to break through earlier. It would take a while for her to process all of her emotions and she knew she wasn't the only one struggling. She intended to reach out to Finley and the others, yet right now, she just needed to be alone.

A halfhearted howl scattered her thoughts, causing Raven to sit upright, then push to her feet. She began trotting toward the source, though she didn't approach when her yellow eyes plucked out the figure beyond the borders. Instead, she squinted at the wolf, trying to figure out if she knew him. He had called her by name so they must be acquainted.

Unable to identify him from this distance, Raven eventually called out, "Can I help you...?"