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He swung at her playfully with his paw, missing intentionally, and Raven cackled with glee. Entirely in jest, he invited her to come try it out although he obviously didn't expect she would actually act on it. But he didn't know the Redhawk girls very well, did he? Just when you thought you had a Redhawk figured out, they'd go and turn all your expectations on their head. Raven was no exception to that as she bounded forward, nipping playfully at his tail mid-bounce, and leaped with all four paws right into the muck. Goop splattered everywhere, freckling her chest and belly with brown spots, and she wrinkled her nose at the cold squishiness that oozed between her toes. Giggling deviously, she flicked a little more mud at him (because clearly he wasn't already dirty enough!) before stepping out of the patch, grinning with mixed disgust and delight at the weird sucking sensation she felt as she pulled each foot out of the muck.

She side-eyed him coyly, tail wagging, and found that she rather liked this unusual side of the ordinarily standoffish, morose Quixote. His handsomeness had not gone unnoticed by her before now, but his aloof nature did not exactly advertise that he was looking for friendship or attention. But with each moment that passed now, she found she liked him more and more. Perhaps it was just the hormones influencing her thoughts, but then again, Raven generally liked everyone she met.