Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

She had noticed but not questioned the ghost that lingered behind her; she had been a new addition to the valley and the dark cloud that had hung over it did not hang over this girl.  Thus far she had not attempted to harm either of them, and here in the sheepdog's domain the former-matriarch felt as if nothing could harm her.

She jack-knifed around, barreling almost into Maegi and tilting her head before something familliar shouted from behind.

Venninne!

Her little brown friend!  She had wondered where they had all disappeared to!  She burst forward towards her dearly missed friend, legs bent underneath her as her tongue whipped out from between her jaws at the Cairn's chin.  A whine escaped from her, weary and excited.

One could tell from a distance that the raven was not used to this whole submission thing: her ears were still pinned forward, her tail low but wagging at a mile a minute.  Every time someone moved, she jittered.