Heron Lake Plateau two black eyes from loving too hard

Oh, but if only Ceara knew. That Raven and Quixote did not see her as a tryhard, and that there was always a chance love could find her when she least expected it. That was how it had happened for Raven, in fact. But sadly, Raven was clueless about the storm that raged inside her friend at the moment. All she could see was an overheated, exhausted packmate who needed her help, and the healer did her best to provide that help in the capacity that she knew how.

She continued to douse the young wolf's pelt with water and looked on with approval as Ceara drank. When the she-wolf began to cry, though, the healer shhhed her gently and nudged her head with her nose, gently and comfortingly. "Hey, it's okay," Raven said in a soft voice just above a whisper. "You're gonna be okay."