Heron Lake Plateau Like a bad penny

Want to wrap this one up? :)

She waved her tail and chuckled at his comment, appreciating his dry sense of humor. "I'm sure he won't mind," she replied, a wry grin on her face. If there was anything Quixote had seemed to particularly enjoy, it was...well. >_> Ahem. Now that her parents were gone, the yearly inflow of new Redhawks had definitely slowed down, and Raven was excited to continue the bloodline and the name.

They continued to walk for a while, enjoying the idle chit-chat and easy banter, and when Raven later departed to go find Quixote, she left feeling like she'd forged a new friendship of sorts with the crass Blackthorn. How different he was from Finley! And yet there were undeniably a lot of common threads between them as well. She was glad that Quixote had talked him into rejoining their pack.