Ouroboros Spine on the wing

Tonravik had dealt with many a bird. Among her favorites were crows and ravens, though for no real reason other than they had led her to carrion. Now, it was she who brought them the meals... repaying the favor, as the circle of life often seemed to have them do. As Tonravik moves through the forest, contemplating the things going on within, she hears a familiar crow. Not familiar in that she knew it personally, but familiar in that she knew to what sort of avian creature it belonged to. 

Idly, she moved in that direction, looking to the treetops. While she had no desire to interact with one, she reminisced in as fond a manner as one who could not feel any true affection could.