Big Salmon Lake Black wings over blue waters

Behind her, two of her ravens swooped down, their talons skimming the waters and catching a fish, cawing with triumph. Morrígan turned back to see them, gesturing with her head. "We are fishing." She said simply.

Her single eye examined the raven called Rook. He wasn't from any of their bloodlines. "Do you belong to a conspiracy, or are you a loner?" She questioned him.