Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

Raven had little else to say on the subject of Colt, not really knowing the full story. She didn't press, either -- that wasn't her way. But if she happened to cross paths with him one of these days while out and about, maybe she'd bring it up. Colt seemed like the type of wolf who liked to play his cards close to his chest, so it was anyone's guess whether or not he'd even be interested in talking about it with her anyway. Couldn't hurt to have an open mind though.

Quixote steered the subject back to Niamh -- and Raven, in all of her vast perceptiveness, missed the subtle double meaning of his question -- and she nodded. "Yep, I'll call her," she offered, mostly because she'd been laying in the same position for far too long and needed to get up and stretch. She gently dislodged Phoebe and Kite (much to Kite's vociferous displeasure), and groaned with pleasure as she stretched, catlike. With the exception of the creepy nipples that hug down from her underside, her figure had mostly returned to its normal pre-pregnancy shape. She was totally one of those women everyone hates who could have a kid and go back to looking like a supermodel. ;)

Stepping to the entrance of the den, she tossed her muzzle skyward and loosed her mellow voice in a summoning howl for @Niamh.