Blackfeather Woods where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

it found a sense of amusement in the wolf's timidity. the raven had not often seen when a predator would lower itself to the earth with a wary expression. valac imagined that she was fearful of him. this was an intelligent precaution, for there was no accounting for what the winged wraith was capable of. regardless, the dark bird hopped twice more and then canted it's head to the left. a pair of dark beady eyes was fixed on the features of the canine.

“fear,” it cawed.

in the glistening of the wolf's eyes, there was a distinct outline of fearful emotion. valac read it and understood it better than most. the raven was capable of picking emotion from others. it had been gifted with the sight. the dark reaper thought it peculiar that a wild thing like her would be fearful of a single scavenging thing. then again, perhaps she saw things too.