Black Morass fear the reaper

After she had finished her meal from the wolf corpse, Kelina drew her tongue out and swiped the blood from her muzzle, shaking her pelt. With a small glance at the bones left from her feast, the dark raven swiftly set out to find the man. It did not take her all that long to find him - his scent was very much... easy to follow. He hardly smelled like daisies. Her paws drifted across the ground, and she appeared beside the man soon, bringing only silence. Words were not needed to announce her presence here.

She followed his gaze to the doe that was not too far away, and then glanced back at the stranger, waiting to see if he had a plan or not.