Raven's Watch quoth the raven, nevermore

I know you are there. 

"And I, you," Akantha answered without missing a beat as she turned her eyes towards the woman on high. The invitation, issued between the macabre lips of a wholly skeletal visage, evoked a certain niggling curiousity in her that demanded answers for answer's sake. If the she-wolf lusted for a fight, she would not have announced her presence so readily... or so Akantha presumed. A dangerous thing, presumptions. But the amazonian brute considered the proposal before breaking out into a trot and diverting to a path that led to the higher reaches. 

Here the Siren hesitated—a respectful, but conversational, distance away. The stranger wore a mask of pale ivory and she wondered, fleetingly, if it was a curse or a blessing. 

"Are you hunting?"