Big Salmon Lake Black wings over blue waters

One of the ravens cawed, though it was not one of her conspiracy. The unknown raven lighted on a tree nearby and called out to her ravens, asking if they were playing a game. One of the younger hunters, Feichín, looked aggravated at the intrusion of the foreigner. He flew towards the new raven, looking annoyed. "No we aren't playing a game, idiot." The young raven growled. Morrígan, flew onto the tree they perched on, signalling the rest of her followers to continue their duties.

"Feichín, that's enough. Go back to your duties." She commanded the young raven sharply. He bent his head submissively and went back to the rest of the hunters. "Who are you." She glared at the young male with her single eye.