It was rare that the raven matriarch flew alone. Her guards always insisted that they follow her everytime she flew somewhere else. It was a formality of being Matriarch, but the warrioress hated it. This time, when she went to stretch her wings and explore the new lands they planned on taking for food, the battle queen hissed at her honor guard to stay and protect her kingdom instead of herself. She was not Erebus who was too pathetic to fly alone, too weak to even fight.
The one-eyed queen flew beyond Blackfeather Woods, eye squinting in the sudden light. She always felt uncomfortable leaving the dark woods and being in all of this brightness. Morrigan flew on regardless, her broad black wings cutting through the air. The queen continued northwest, past the nearby Heartwood to the next dark forest in Teekon, Neverwinter.
She landed in a yew bush, eyes readjusting to the darkness. Pawing gently at her empty eyesocket, the raven queen spotted something at the bottom of the deadly bush, rustling through its contents. A wolf pup? The raven clacked her beak in annoyance. Did no one tell this pup that yew berries are deadly?
