Blackfeather Woods For the dead travel fast

@Vaati

A raven — no, two, three now — landed nearby him, hopping cautiously towards him. He did not move. He was resting in a clear part of the Woods, unmoving for what seemed like hours now. He was warm enough on his own, and the air was not bitterly freezing that it was comfortable to lay out in the open like this. But the birds had suspected him of being deceased. He did not blame them for the assumption. He was old, tired, and foolish enough to remain exposed as he rested. He watched with quiet amusement as they circled around him, trying to assess the whole situation. He refrained from moving, trying to see how long it would take for them to realize that he was not dead.