Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

He was certainly right on that one.  Though she might not have some of the more intense training here, having allies and the bulk of true adulthood would certainly make it a lot harder than it might have been in the early days.  Either way, she seemed to be relaxing a bit as time went on, snarking back, Mm. I'm sure that won't last.  Sure there were more troublesome siblings (she was quite happy a certain littermate wasn't anywhere nearby), but she was pretty sure he'd find some mischief to get into, sure as the sun rose.

I left, what? Two years ago almost?  It's not like that's such an odd thing.  Okay, it wasn't like she was like some amazing motherly figure or something, but it was totally a possible thing.  That and Dokugas were totally the best, so if someone in the pack was going to have pups, it was probably best it was her.  But yes.  I've done well, she agreed, bumping Terance's shoulder slightly.  Brouhaha, Pike, and Spook, for now, she said, to give him an idea of what they were dealing with.  Utter chaos, a very toothy fish, and the sole owner of the entire family's nervousness.  Or something like that.  At some point they'd find their proper names, but since they were still figuring out who they really were, no point in rushing them too much.  Then she looked to her mate again, musing not-so-seriously, Think you'd be able to stand having him around?