Redhawk Caldera all the idiots

Oh. Okay then. Apparently, that wasn't how things worked here in Redhawk Caldera. As more wolves streamed onto the scene, none of them in favor of her proposed compromise or Kaizer in general, the Delta's ears folded and she hunched down in the snow. She stayed quiet and inconspicuous, unwittingly following Fox's example by observing.

Literally no one seemed to know Kaizer, much less want him taking over the pack, with or without Fox. Raven certainly wouldn't try to go against her family, even though she personally knew and liked the Gamma. She looked at him now, yellow eyes sympathetic, though they flew wide in shock when a wild Whip appeared in the general vicinity of the challenger's throat.

She closed her eyes against the sight. She didn't want to see Kaizer hurt and she certainly wouldn't fall upon him herself, though Raven couldn't bring herself to jump to his defense either. He had taken a calculated risk by challenging Fox and now he would face the consequences. She'd tried but there was absolutely nothing she could do for him now that the pack had made its collective opinion clear.

Just to make sure nobody would question her own loyalties, Raven opened her eyes and slunk closer to Fox and Elwood. She was the highest-ranking member—discounting Kaizer now—but she kept her tail limp behind her as she stationed herself behind the leaders. She squared her shoulders and finally faced the skirmish, stomach clenching tightly as she waited for the first blood to hit the snow.

Only when that happened would the caregiver intervene—and only to render first aid to her brother if he needed it. As a Redhawk, the Bluesummer was dead to her now.