Redhawk Caldera pokeweed

"they were kind. welcoming." it was more than vague, and she knew it; she cast bridget an apologetic look. "good thing it was unremarkable." all that had happened — the raven would definitely welcome some boring, warm memories.
silence passed peacefully between she and the cardinal. "sometimes i want to go see place of ravens. do you remember?" she murmured, considering the black wings of those fierce birds, and the feral men who had inhabited it.