Tuktu Hinterlands spades&diamonds

She does not know why she follows him, at first.  Perhaps it's the peculiar way his fur lays — or rather, doesn't lay — atop his body, wiry and windblown.  Perhaps it's the raven that sits there upon his shoulder, something she's only seen before in one other.  She watches the bird as it disappears into the trees, and when she looks back to where the boy was, he is gone.

The trees around them are shrouded and the wind does not favor her.  It is not until he moves at her rear that she bristles in surprise, eyes widening as she lets out an involuntary noise of surprise.