Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

Fisher noted the man's interest in Pesi, his olive green eyes always seeming to find their way back to the raven. The description Siarut gave of his life up north sounded tremendously difficult and full of struggle. You're even more of a northerner than I am, then. My family was in the taiga, She observed aloud. Though much more able to survive in harsh winter conditions than most southerners, Fisher imagined (and hoped) that the glacier wouldn't be quite so unforgiving.

Noticing Siarut's gaze land on her airborne companion again, she said, You're probably wondering why I'm friends with a raven. It sounded strange when she spoke that sentence aloud. Upon any sign of affirmation, she would explain, We were both young when I found him, injured near a river. I always had a fascination with ravens and their intelligence. I begged the medic to heal him. Ever since then, he has insisted on staying by my side. And stay he has, she mused internally, shifting her own eyes to peer at him, now. Pesi was the only living thing she was still in contact with from her life up north.