Blackfeather Woods only this & nothing more

the atramentous girl was near; he felt her oddness somewhere out of his sight. he did not seek to pinpoint her position, not when another broke the shadows and crept steadily near. he did not shift, but glassy gaze moved to focus on the stranger. when he stopped, the Raven slid empty gaze over the boy that death seemed to so desperately want. still, he moved with a certain confidence that implied he too was no stranger to the wood. 

he stood and closed the distane between them with stiff grace, pausing only when a tail length seperated the two of them. he was content, for a moment, to stare. his gaze was a curious one; only a few shades lighter than his coat and with a glassy sheen that contained no spark of intelligence, thought nor life. his nares flared and drew in the boy's scent, unremarkable and foreign to him.