Heron Lake Plateau [M] the red and the black

He commented that he was fine, and while Raven wanted to ask him are you sure?, she didn't push. One thing she'd learned about him long ago was that if he wanted to talk, it had to be on his terms. Still, the loaded silence that fell over them now contained a subtle air of awkwardness, and Raven shifted a little. There was so much she wanted to know, yet she didn't want to pick the wrong topic and accidentally step on a figurative landmine. "So," she began, looking once more at his face. His missing eye bothered her, but only because it pained her to see his perfect face so marred. Little maternal instincts occasionally rose up within her like that, and she secretly wanted to mega-hulksmash whoever had disfigured her brother so. "Tell me about your friends? That pretty blonde wolf -- is she your girlfriend?"