Heron Lake Plateau A shadow moves, a renegade, all broken and bright.

Raven grinned at her sister's words, a touch embarrassed (but mostly flattered and, admittedly, a little proud) at the beta's comments. She and Quixote had done a pretty good job running the show so far, though she couldn't take all the credit for it. Towhee was a great assistant, and they'd had plenty of help from many of the lower-ranked wolves in their pack as well. Niamh and Ceara in particular, along with Tegan and Colt. Even @Eljay had been a blessing since the arrival of the puppies, lending his puppysitting skills to her whenever she needed a break from the demands of motherhood to go attend to the demands of leadership. The waving of Raven's tail and the expression on her face made it clear to Towhee how her words had been received.

To her sister's comment about forcing Niamh to take the Redhawk name, the alpha chuckled. "No need to force it. Considering the limited choice of eligible bachelors in this pack, if and when she chooses a mate, she'll likely end up a Redhawk or a Blackthorn eventually." Luckily for her, Raven had managed to snag up one of the few non-Blackthorn males they'd had. She'd chosen to keep her surname though -- it was far too much a part of her identity for her to change it. Besides, how could the matriarch of the Redhawks not be a Redhawk?