Redhawk Caldera Spooked

As he huddled up close to her, Raven arched her neck and head over him protectively and made no move to disturb him or otherwise put any distance between them. She knew the closeness soothed him and was glad she could be there for him, though deep down it broke her heart. She was not, and never had been, a violent wolf by any means, but in that moment she really wanted to get her teeth into one of the sons of bitches that had tortured such a pure, sweet soul as Titmouse's. "Don't be," she said softly in reply to his apology. He had nothing to be sorry for. "It's okay."