Redhawk Caldera Fighting a giant goldfish at the South Pole

UGH I TOTALLY FORGOT TO COME REPLY TO THIS SORRY GUYS

Raven was, as usual, plying her craft.

She had some ideas for better plant combinations to help treat wounds and prevent infections, so she was out gathering up some fresh stems and leaves to experiment with when Aunt Flea's silvery, bell-like howl soared across the caldera. She quickly packed up her stuff and stowed it in the cramped little badger den that had become her medicinal stockroom, then went in search of her alpha and godmother to see what she needed. She didn't like the sound of some of the notes she'd heard on that howl, but she tried to reserve judgement until she found out exactly what was up.

When she found Finley, she noticed with some surprise that Nightjar was with her. A mixture of emotions filled her at the sight of her brother, but the dominant one among them was warmth. They'd never been all that close -- they'd simply been too different as children, and Raven had spent too much time off by herself to cultivate much of a relationship with her brother -- but still, he was her brother and she cared for him. She felt a pang of regret that she still hadn't made time to come see him since his return to the pack, but her work left so little time for social visits...

"Hey, what's up?" she asked as she approached them, slightly breathless from the speedy pace she'd kept up on the way here. Her eyes filled with concern as she looked from Aunt Flea to Nightjar, hoping something wasn't wrong with either of them.