Great Bear Wilderness BFW: Angel in blue jeans

Morrígan let no surprise cross her face as another wolf walked towards the dark one. It was to be expected, wolves rarely walked alone. They were pack animals, just like ravens were. She clacked her beak, a gesture similar to grinding teeth together. A dream? Was the idea that birds could speak that unfathomable?

The raven queen hopped closer to the black female. "Dream?" She flapped her wings close to her face, attempting to slap the female harshing with her wings. "Does this feel like a dream to you?"