Big Salmon Lake ready to rumble

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Raven had wandered back into the farther ends of the Wild after running from BlackFeather for several months, and never turning back. It seemed as if her life was to never settle, to never join anything, never be one with anything, ever. Her mentor was the rock she had come to consider stability with, and after a while, he had vanished, leaving her in the woods with the shadows and scars he tattooed on her. Some internal feeling told her she would never see the ivory Jarl again, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep an eye open for his return.

The obsidian fae wandered to an area based on the stink of of dead fish, a rotting and pungent stench. Rave had eaten already, her dinner consisting of fish from an untouched pond a ways back, and a few fowls she had scared up. She was rather full, something most lone wolves don't get the privilege of getting. 

A crunch of bones, very soft, almost inaudible, was nearby. A possible hungry soul devouring the dead. 
And true, she was. 

Raven walked into the open clearing of the shallow lake, the area visibly worse since the working of storms, to a Autumn pelted wolf feasting on the decaying fish.
Softly, she barked out a greeting.

"Hey there."

Her ice blue gems scanned the situation, her dark body prepped to flee if hostility is shown, but she kept herself relaxed