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Raven's Watch With scarves of red tied 'round their throats, - Printable Version

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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats, - Viola - November 29, 2020

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Under the slope of Raven's Watch was but a beautiful paradise. Viola often found herself underneath them all enjoying it, but as winter was coming, so was the beauty of the greenary. By the time she arrived it was already fall, and so she looked forward to when springtime was here. For now, she was settling comfortably within her newfound den.

Tight to the mountain she found an old tree that had fallen down. Inside was hollow though! It wasn't perfect, but she found it big enough to fit inside comfortably, and because the walls were close, she felt it was easier to contain away from the wind itself. Covering from the snow seemed like a priority, and she found it!

On the downside it was a bit uncomfortable. She though to bring grass inside to make it more likeable, but at the same time now that winter was here, the high vegetation was quite low from being eaten, and would not grow again. Leaves were crumbled, and the thought of prey was in the air.. But she could not hunt something big enough.

Maybe.. She could gather feathers and nest like a bird? Ontop of her hollowed log did she lay in thought.



RE: With scarves of red tied 'round their throats, - D'Artagnan - December 01, 2020

He was grateful for the wolves who seemed to have decided to settle in this place; just in time for winter. The snowy season was a rough one for a bird, as foraging produced far less than the warmer months and smaller prey was just as scarce. However, with a pack nearby (and having earned at least some of the member's trust), Dart could now simply scavenge from their kills and caches. Surely they would not mind; they seemed to revere the ravens, after all.

Idly, he hopped from branch to branch at the base of the Watch's cliffs searching for some of the last bugs of the season, before a movement caught his eye. An autumnal wolf, so different from the larger ones of the slopes, lazing upon a log as if lost in thought. Canting his head from side to side, D'Artagnan observed her for a few moments before releasing a low but cheerful croak to catch her attention, gliding down to a low branch in view of the woman.