Great Bear Wilderness BFW: Angel in blue jeans

Though there were scores of ravens in these woods, only the large broodmother commanded any presence whatsoever. Ptarmigan's eyes were trained on the bearded bird, which snapped its beak together in what could only be called an intimidating display. Perhaps it would have been intimidating to other birds or rodents or even hares, but not so much to one of the most powerful predators of the north-west.

Viggo confirmed that he wasn't dreaming, and if he wasn't, then surely she wasn't. The mature raven only confirmed this further by slapping at her with its broad wings, earning the wolf's ire in the process. Though the bird's buffeting was by no means gentle, it was more of an irritation than truly painful. The female raven was croaking out words, and Viggo's laugh lifted her own lips into a curved smile, though it quickly dissolved into a snarl when the bird caught her right in the eye with one of its sleek, heavy feathers.

Viggo stepped forward with a flash of his off-white teeth, and the smaller Ptarmigan was quick to follow. She aimed for the raven's foot with a swift chomp, knowing if she could only catch the broodmother unaware, she could fling her to the ground and show the rest of her vermin flock why they shouldn't mess with wolves.