Raven's Watch quoth the raven, nevermore

what had happened at Diaspora was in the brief past. she had gone there to query about the community and whether she was accepted or not, we keep such things vague. Huntington stepped now, lanky legs carrying her to the Raven's Watch. abruptly named; perhaps some more thought should have been in it? her eyes scanned the treeline for the avians. their tiny little black pearls stared back. she did not call out to them, nor hunt them. she continued on.

scouting the landscape for foliage, she'd peer over the edge of the watch. below her was an appropriate paradise of undefiled earth. though how to get to it? she would explore further. edging dangerously along the edge, her claws dug into the ground to prevent her from bowling over. she saw no outward crop to slide along to the earth. perhaps the entrance was in another place. Huntington grunted softly and moved back to 'safety'. it was then her eyes caught something moving. she would pause, waiting for it to pass. whatever it was.