Ravensblood Forest ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘɪʀᴇ

Salem receives the pale figure with a wave of indifference, considering him with the avian tilt of her head as she watches him with the of rotation both eyes. The raven does not immediately shy from the sight of wolves, having shared unspoken kinship in their scavenging. But not all wolves are kind to birds, having been flashed a wicked fang on more than one occasion. She finds another perch, crossing her wings as she lands on a thin upright root which quivers beneath the new weight.