Bramblepoint yesterworld

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Raven nodded her agreement with his statement that something needed to be done about the wolves at Blackfeather Woods. She had never been a violent or vengeful wolf by any means at all. Truly, Raven was the biggest, fluffiest, love-muffin of a teddy bear that ever called itself a wolf. She wouldn't hurt a fly. But she wanted to destroy some Blackfeather fuckers. She'd even found herself contemplating the various poisons she knew how to make...

Her mind was wandering, so she drew her full attention back to Rannoch and smiled appreciatively at his offer to walk her home, but shook her head. "No," she answered, gratitude toward him spreading through her like warm honey. That he would be willing to put himself at risk to ensure she got home safe said a lot about him as a person, and it meant a lot to Raven. Suddenly she had a small glimpse into why Liffey fancied this boy so much. "That is so sweet of you, but I wouldn't want you traveling back alone. Especially not with you being wounded already. I'll be okay, don't worry." As she prepared herself to leave, she reminded him, "Don't forget to take these plants back with you. Get someone to help you treat that neck and keep it clean, okay? And tell Liffey I said hi." That last bit was added with a fond smile and a wagging tail, and Raven suddenly regretted that Moonspear's alpha wasn't a fan of Redhawks because she thought it would be nice to visit them sometime.