Horizon Ridge alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest

the lick of the stranger's lips is not unnoticed, but the wraith is content when she chooses only to sniff at the chicks. lips curl in the ghost of a smile, and in the same moment something swift and dark descends from the canopy. the shadow dips, missing the incoming projectile by centimeters, and releasing the branch in the same moment. again comes the crow, this time delivering a sting peck to her ear. 

she splashes back onto all fours, nudging her companion and urging her back they way they'd come, even as the crow switches targets.