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05-01-2017, 02:24 PM
They’d been watching. This was what she was good at. Maybe she couldn’t turn invisible like Rikyn, but she can go unnoticed. Raven and Weaver had taken to the trees, finding a nice perch to watch the wolves as they did their thing. The thing about being a raven is no one really notices you. After all, there a quite a lot of ravens and crows, and it’s rather hard to know when one is a horse. Of all the black birds one might see, how often do they talk back or turn into a pretty little mare? She hid in plain sight, and it was a beautiful trick.
Neither Weaver nor Raven had much interest in wolves, but she was growing accustomed to their behavior. The more they watched, the more they found themselves curious. She eyes the male that seems jealous of the Alpha’s son, wondering if he’d ever try something to establish himself within the pack. Unlikely, she knows, but sometimes the idea of treachery is enough to interest her. And really, somedays she needs to make up stories in her head to keep entertained. The wolves are interesting and all, but it’s not her forte.
Today though, she spots a familiar form, soon joined by another familiar form. Weaver doesn’t bother to come down from the tree in which she’s hiding, but she lets out a caw to draw their attention. It’s an innocuous sound that shouldn’t draw the wolves’ attention. After all, they hear raven’s cawing often enough, particularly with Raven hanging around lately. He’s not the most silent. She watches her herdmates for a moment before turning her attention back to the wolves. Feeding time was always an interesting sight. Not so pretty, but when has she ever been turned off by things they weren’t pretty?
Neither Weaver nor Raven had much interest in wolves, but she was growing accustomed to their behavior. The more they watched, the more they found themselves curious. She eyes the male that seems jealous of the Alpha’s son, wondering if he’d ever try something to establish himself within the pack. Unlikely, she knows, but sometimes the idea of treachery is enough to interest her. And really, somedays she needs to make up stories in her head to keep entertained. The wolves are interesting and all, but it’s not her forte.
Today though, she spots a familiar form, soon joined by another familiar form. Weaver doesn’t bother to come down from the tree in which she’s hiding, but she lets out a caw to draw their attention. It’s an innocuous sound that shouldn’t draw the wolves’ attention. After all, they hear raven’s cawing often enough, particularly with Raven hanging around lately. He’s not the most silent. She watches her herdmates for a moment before turning her attention back to the wolves. Feeding time was always an interesting sight. Not so pretty, but when has she ever been turned off by things they weren’t pretty?
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