Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

The idea of packing up and moving back to the caldera was never far from Raven's thoughts. It seemed like such a simple prospect, and it was one that she knew many of her packmates would support. But the timing was against them -- with Finley's pups being so young and fragile, and now with the possibility of her own pregnancy resulting from her coupling with Quixote -- and there was always the issue of pack conflict awaiting them there.

She sighed and responded to Jagwyr's inquiry, "There's a pack of assholes near our old home." Profanity wasn't a common facet of her vocabulary, but when it came to them, swear words weren't vulgar enough for how she felt. "They live at Blackfeather Woods, and they like to capture and torture people for fun. They got ahold of both my brother and sister, nearly killed 'em both." Bitterness sharpened the angles of her face as she thought back to those awful days -- seeing Wildfire broken and crumpled, remembering the sight of Titmouse's hideously broken leg. "We went to war with them. Afterward, our alpha decided to move us to avoid future bloodshed."