It was not for long that Ravenna ever left her parent's side. A sense of knowing herself came at a price, it seemed. There was little room for venture, little room for socializing, little room for play. Though she did not longingly 'look out the window' at these things. She was simply ignorant of a life beyond servitude. Ravenna had since a young age followed her mother's footsteps, learning the art of herbs and healing. When he mother was injured she had tend to her wounds for practice and when her father lost his eyesight, she practiced more with remedies to calm his nerves. Ever since her sister, Isolde, had been found dead, Ravenna had found it in her to become more attached to her aging mother and father, determined to make sure they were safe, as she refused to loose someone else she loved in her life. 

This time, Ravenna was out on a run, interested in rummaging through one of the pack's catches for something for Angier to eat. She was caught off guard only by the sight of a stranger, causing her to pause quick and stiff in her place, sending her hair along her back on end. Pale silver eyes looked hard at the other woman as she held her ground silently, watching the woman digging through the dirt. As looked older, like her parents and she smelt of the Ridge, though she had yet to meet this new pack member. ”What did you find?”She asks curiously, to make conversation, though it is obvious in her tone she is hesitant and weary of just why and how she had come upon her sister's pack.  

First, the woman had told her to come see. Ravenna only paused a moment more before deciding the idea couldn't hurt. After all, by the way the woman lowered herself into a sit, it seemed arthritis was settling in and, by the woman's words, her teeth were weakening. Ravenna had no doubt that if it came to a fight Ravenna could give the older woman a run for her money cache. Ravenna was larger, stronger... Though outwardly she might not have spoken as such, the woman was without a doubt confidant in her abilities. But as she approached the other woman, it was respectfully - her tail lowered, ears down. She respected her elders. Always had. ”Oh I'm sure you could if you needed to. But your among pack now.” She assured the woman, smiling lightly as she came nearer. After all, Ravenna's father was blind and she was certain he could still rip into someone good if he had too.

Coming to face the other woman, her nose dipped, sniffing out the mushrooms though not messing with them. ”I've come across these before. ...Mother told me not to mess with them.” They were not poisonous, Ravenna knew, though Elettra had spoken that the effects were 'mind altering' which had put Ravenna off. With training with her mother, there was little room left for studying new things on your own by trail and error. ”My name is Ravenna Archer-Lyall.” She spoke properly to the woman as she turned her pale gaze directly to her.