Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

@Phiipa ♥

That morning, Calloon awakened peacefully again. The nightmares he had suffered from while under the care of Jewels were gone like rainclouds and he felt lighter. Easthollow was doing him good, and he was thankful for it - after the winter more than ever. It had been so greatly kind of Steady to let him in, even if his witchy friend was only able to join in Spring. As he crawled out of the den he had spent the night in, he was greeted by a raven - on the ground and hurt, as if it was dying. Now, Calloon was not the biggest fan of the black birds, but he did not wish them harm either. This raven though was in pain, and the ghost could only think of one humane thing to do. He was hungry anyway after his first hunt for the pack, and this was as a gift from Hikinda.

So, he moved his nimble body through the still-deep snow toward the suffering creature - ending its life with a hard tug on its head, snapping its neck. The raven stilled, dead by the teeth of a ghostly, hungry boy. He picked up the cold carcass, mouth barely bloodied and golden-ringed eyes dull. You are free to go on now, mister Raven - go on, follow the ones with the third eye to your new life.

Deciding it was better off with the other food he had stored in the caches instead of his own tummy, he turned and went toward that instead. Someone might be delighted by your body, dear Raven. You will do good by not being alive, as so many before you. You tried, you tried.