Larksong Grotto Red Eyed and Blue

The raven watched the male in silence, her amber orbs glowing in the dark. Her paw was healing now, for she had been tending to it, so she was able to travel again. As soon as she could, she did. There was no time to lose. She had to hunt, defend herself, and keep a secure territory without a pack. Nuh-uh. On her travels, she had come across the male. He was ragged and dirty but looked quite confident. The scarlet-marked raven's sleek, smooth coat was much different than his, but they still shared the same dark color. She materialized from the shadows, about 300 feet from the wolf. Seeing as she could cover that distance in seconds due to her long legs, it really wasn't to far.

 Her gaze settled on him, and she wondered if he had noticed her. After all, she was like a red beacon in the sunlight. Ah well, It wouldn't hurt to meet another wolf. That was, as long as they didn't result in another injury.