Blackfeather Woods all i've ever known

half-frozen carcass was discarded, for while the cold had preserved it well, it was a dull and stringy meal. he ate only to fill the void in his stomach before rising smoothly, ears perked atop his skull. the ravens and the crows had resumed their infernal war to be heard above the reaching canopy, barren now and yet filled with the rancor of the birds. only the slow croak of an aged raven stood out among the rest, much like the trail at his feet, whispering of youth and despair. it was very much like the other, faded scents of youth that he had discovered trailing the undergrowth, but this one was fresh.

blue and white reflected of steel orbs, impassive as the boy slipped soundlessly into the temple. his gaze was not on the alter but the girl, mantled in snowy white, ribbons of blue and green reflected in her coat. he mirrored her, reclining on his haunches and wondering idly at the parentage of the spawn before him. perhaps the witch, but there were many scents here he did not know and thus could not arrive at his conclusion confidently. 

the Raven watched as he had always done, a silent, slate sentential that seemed carved from the same rock that encircled the temple.