Sequoia Coast The Journey of the Lost

"You are whatever you think you are but you might not be that wolf at all."

She deeply desired to tilt her head to that. It seemed almost riddle like, the words. Did he imply she may not be firm in her beliefs? She deeply trusted Azartha. The goddess had saved her life more than once. She owed her. With silence as her words, Raven finished her current fish, and looked at the last one by her left paw. She heard shuffling in his direction, then silence as he padded over to her, and with no hesitation, she pushed it into him having his own reasons. Again, she gave him no nice attributes. Yet his next words startled her to the deepest depth of her core.

"Do you plan on following me everywhere, Hrafn? Or do you wish to speak of Jarl Ragnar again?"

Even hearing his name, sent a spike of fear to her wolf heart, and her ears automatically pinned to her obsidian silked crown. She had no intention of that, just yet. Raven would get herself prepared before even daring to have the idea of stepping back onto his lands again. At the words Syver sent into her ruff, she gave a hurried head shake and breathed out a barely audible "No.."

With that wolf in her head now, fear tried to serpentine its was to her gut, and she had the consequence of losing her appetite, so Raven nudged the fish by Syver. Sitting up, Raven turned her dark head to the sky, hoping the night would fall quickly so she could have a conversation with her Goddess, as she awaited Syver's next plan.