Bearclaw Valley it don't matter if the cold wind blows

The length of his ears swiveled atop his crown, and the crow turned his slender muzzle in the direction of her call. The voice was familiar and caused his quivering limbs to ease their shaking. His mouth parted, and he responded with a few yips that echoed across the terrain, seemingly carried by the wind. Tadec began to trek toward her with a spry step, covering much of the land with the length of his legs. When he caught sight of the fiery hues of her pelt, a smile curled his pointed features and the moonlighter closed the distance between them with light steps. “Indra,” he breathed a greeting, dipping his head low to her and tucking his twitching tail near to his hocks. Then, with a wiggling body, he moved to nudge beneath her chin to show that he was pleased to see her.