Grouse Thicket I just settled all my lawsuits - fuck you, Debbie!

Blackthorn. Raven’s eyes widened as the name sank in and she looked at the newcomer with renewed interest. She didn’t look anything like the Blackthorns Raven had grown up with, but a quick glance at Ceara’s back revealed the characteristic black ridge running the length of her spine. Ceara asked another question about the apples and Raven answered a little distractedly, ”Uh, maybe?” There were far more interesting things to discuss. ”You know, half my pack is Blackthorns. Do you know a Finley Blackthorn?”