Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

she allowed herself to be coaxed from her cover, moving out into the open with these two women.  they seemed nice at face value and the raven hoped she wouldn't be proved otherwise.

she didn't like being in the open but these two women did not have the same smell as the other girls.  they were not mean.  softly, her tail matched the wagging of the other two, and a small smile perks her flews.