Ravensblood Forest Watch me make them bow

the cuts around her eye smart, throbbing as she descends the rock keep. down the rock she glides, auds pressed back and listening for the sweep of wings. it'd been the chicks she'd been after; not as a meal, no, but only because she'd not seen any like them before. but their parents had been nearer, and more attentive, than those of the crow's nest she'd found. 

as her paws find level ground, she finds herself in a place familiar. the brute's claim, or rather, his hopeful one. despite his apparent friendliness, she has no desire to test her luck by attempting to pass through the heart of this wood. a glance back the way she'd come reveals a winged form circling, searching not too far away. with a short exhale, she turns neatly and begins to head north, skirting the edges of the wood.