Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

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Raven understood what Wildfire was implying when she said she needed to tell someone in case -- she she shook her head slowly, an iron will clear in her golden eyes. She would not allow Wildfire to die so long as it was within her power to keep that from happening. She didn't care what it took. Nightjar had already died on her watch, and come hell or high water, she would not let it happen to her only remaining littermate.

After that, she listened without making comment, letting Wildfire speak unhindered. A chaotic storm of emotions raged inside of her as her sister recounted all that had been done to her, the strongest being horror and, uncharacteristically for her, rage. That anyone could do something so awful and destructive to somebody for no good reason whatsoever was so far beyond Raven's ability to understand that she didn't even want to try. She devoted her life to healing the sick and relieving their pain and suffering, while some band of psychopaths enjoyed inflicting those very things on innocents just for fun. A growl, so soft it was nearly inaudible, vibrated deep in her chest when Wifi mentioned where they were located. "Blackfeather Woods," she commented, her voice husky with her suppressed anger. It really was a strange feeling, this red-hot anger. "That's the pack that lives there."

A silence descended then as Raven looked at Wildfire, seeing her in an entirely different light now that she understood exactly what had been done to her sister and what had brought her to such a critical state of ill health. She was at a loss for words now -- truly, what was there to say after such an awful tale? The gamma was not an aggressive or vindictive wolf by any means, but what she felt more than anything else at that moment was an overwhelming desire for revenge.