Blackfeather Woods where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

want

how simple, the winged reaper thought. life was a series of desires, but the bird knew very little about what it wanted. instinct had taught it how to survive and it had flourished under such a regime. as simple as wants were, valac was inspired by nothing more than the burning and innate need to live. the wolf should have felt the same, or so the raven thought.

it cawed – a sound that erupted from it's beak like a dark laugh.

once the cawing had ceased, the raven fixed it's beady eyes on the wolf and hopped once toward it. “valac want to eat,” it answered. though the raven was not quite as old as the elder birds, it had learned some of the tongue from the wolves and it knew how to wield it well. valac was old enough to learn.