Raven's Watch river mother

@Catori Set before she joins PHX, maybe?

The weather was becoming quite oppressive; though she quite liked fall, she enjoyed it for the colors, and not for the dismal, damp, and cold that came with it. So it was with great enthusiasm that she followed the rain-shadow of the mountain range, managing to avoid a great deal of the system that had settled in on the area a few nights ago. Her meandering path led her to a lush paradise tucked away beneath a jagged series of cliffs, where the croaking calls of ravens could be heard in a cacophony of noise.

Juniper sighed with relief when she found a patch of springy moss to curl up on beneath the boughs of an ancient pine. Overhead, a few ravens ruffled their feathers as they peered curiously down from their perch with beady black eyes. She understood, perhaps too intimately, the relationship between wolves and ravens. Her father told her stories of an all white bird that had followed--no, led him to the Seahawk Valley; he'd been convinced of the significance of such an event.

However, she was not so convinced.

But the moss was soft, and a welcome respite to weeks on the road. She stretched out, splaying toes in the process, before flopping over onto her side with a huff. Her paws ached and she groaned deep in the back of her throat as they pulsated with each heartbeat.