Heron Lake Plateau First storm

Just as suddenly as he'd segued the conversation, Phox nudged it back on course. He didn't know if Raven planned on another litter. Wildfire assumed they did want more children but that the timing of it was out of their control. Raven had given birth relatively late last year, so maybe the belated cycle would continue this year. It made sense, from a purely biological standpoint.

"Do you think you could take me to her? Or call her?" the Sovereign asked, unsure whether Phox was the type to escort a guest. "I need to heckle her for not visiting me," Wildfire added, the twinkle in her eye ensuring that she was only jesting, "and..." She trailed off, not sure her younger brother would care about her possible ailment. But, hey, it was something to talk about until she could speak to Raven.

"I have this strange swelling in my neck... or my throat... is there a difference?" She huffed a quiet laugh. "It doesn't hurt but it's definitely tender. I have scars near there, though I don't think they're what's hurting. I'm not really sure what to make of it. Hoping Rave might know."