Blackfeather Woods issorartuyok

she was touched by his surety, the certain tone of his voice. a little Siarut he was, indeed. Tahani nodded at his confident statement, smiling silently. it was a shame that the others were fast asleep in the den. their aunt would love to see them. nevertheless, she was happy to have Sos's company, especially as he grew and learned.

at his question, her eyes strayed toward the trees again, lighting on the birds perched in the branches, pitch-black shadows within the dark green. "yes, they can," she answered, watching how one particular creature preened at his glossy feathers. "we are not so different, us and ravens. they are wise, like us. children of the night, like us."