Redhawk Caldera Her hardest hue to hold

she was awake! she came awake! she had been dreaming of sorana, gone now for seventeen days, and seventeen moons crowded a night sky the color of blood —
awake! teya gasped, and saw the denmouth crowded and shadowed by a horrible fluttering. eyes darkened as her instincts took hold, the raven burst past boris, past bronte, and onto the owl itself with sharp snarling and battering of her claws.
she feared the worst; she did not know that ponyboy had meant to wrangle it himself.
claws; screeching; she was fetched a blow that laid her cheek open and still she bit harder, harder.