Sequoia Coast The Journey of the Lost

As swiftly as he had come, he had vanished with the likeness of a shadow, and Raven almost let the sigh of relief be heard. Yet the way he turned to her with that cold smirk of his sent a boulder of anxiety in her gut. And his next words proved she had something to worry about.

I still have to punish you for your disrespect by the borders.", "What punishment do you think you deserve, Hrafn?"

She contemplated hauling hide while his back was turned, yet that would lead to the same options she posed herself with before. With obsidian silked ears pinned, she was at a loss for words. Her own punishment...he desired for her to chose...her own punishment. Completely stunned, she remained silent for a few more seconds. Knowing silence to a posed question would possibly anger him, she replied.
"What ever punishment you deem I will remember until the end of days, will be my choice, for I know nothing of pain, torment, or suffering at the paws of another."

Raven studied him with a gaze that could be seen as curiosity, but watching him and knowing that a soon to be hurt would come soon, made her look away.