Blackfeather Woods where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

it turned sharply to latch it's beady eyes on the shape of a wolf. familiar, valac recognized the shape of it and the features that defined it. the raven was not afraid of the stranger, and it was not keen on giving chase, no matter what others of it's kind would do. valac canted it's head to the left, and then the right, before the dark-winged creature plunged it's beak into the earth and emerged with a wriggling worm.

in one swallow the pinkish thing was gone.

valac peered back at the wolf and then fluffed it's wings. “wolf,” the raven cawed in a voice that felt as though it had cracked through the air. then, the reaper hopped toward the canine and opted to find a better position for peering. dark eyes focused on the shape of the predator's body, the length of the muzzle, and the raven still did not fear.