Raven's Watch oh the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin

@Lumiya

there are birds. there are so many birds.

caw stands with paws planted on the dirt, staring up at the mountain. he has been walking for so long, and he has been starting to wonder if leaving was the best idea. but now – here is the proof! all atop the cliffside there are ravens, outlined against the sky, cawing so loudly it carries on the still night air.

“it is good luck!” caw says excitedly, near to vibrating on the spot. his tongue lolls eagerly from his jaws as he twists his head over his shoulder, blinking at the crow perched there. “you see? just like if we were home.”

vrána croaks at him, brushing her beak over his muzzle. this is good! caw grins toothily at her, wiggling like a squirrel caught in a wolf’s jaws, and prances forward, allowing his passenger to sweep up and back into the air. he watches her go until she is indistinguishable from the rest of the birds in the air, difficult to see against the purpling sky.

there are so many things to do! there are ravens, but they need the proper offering before he can ask anything of them, including their permission to sleep beneath their cliffs. meat, perhaps? or…

loping forward, caw combs his mind through the list of his herbs. mugwort, oak, lavender…he will have to ask vrána to remove a feather from the ruff around his neck, of course! it is a shame to lose any of them, but there will be plenty more if his offering is accepted.