Raven's Watch Travesuras

Tú estas enojado porque ahora, tú no puedas corejar las mujers, she crooned from her back with a half grin, watching the raven dejectedly pick at a pebble. The ravens here, too, were of a different creed than the wolves from the far south, and her companion was having just as much trouble communicating with the locals as she, if not more. Chivirín had at least picked up some English on her travels, but not her stubborn feathered friend.

¡Estoy aburrido! Vamos a cazar... she drawled, still on her back. Tal vez encontraremos una chica para ti. And with that she rolled over onto her belly, rising to her feet and swiping at the raven's tail. He retaliated with an indignant squawk and flew up to her shoulder to give her a swift bite on the ear, but soon became preoccupied with a tangle in her fur and began to preen it out.