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

The fae queen had done a great service to the realm, she believed - in turn, it would grant her her one wish. She'd still have to work hard for it, but with each passing day she felt the strength of her court growing. Old fae folk and new souls alike would soon join their voices together in a song of victory and perseverance, one they'd deserved fair and square. The inner realm of the willows they'd call home, hopefully forever more - and soon, in spring time, they'd welcome the newest generation of faeries within the Seelie Court. Of course, not after celebrating at the midsummer festival, be it a bit late, and the one in midwinter. It was all so exciting, she found, and it put her in a good mood.

Loinnir, her albino owl companion, stood stately 'pon her moonbeam back. His head whipped around as the fae took him to unexplored lands for both of them. She'd wondered what had been up here for a while, but recent events had kept her from coming to take a look - but, of course, the Gods of fate would allow her now that her job was done.

What she found was a man, painted in colors similar to her own - be it a darker palette, and a gaze of a bloodied red. He stood 'top the Raven's Watch, the birds which it was named after decorating the scene. Were those feathers sticking out his mane - was he a raven turned wolf?

Greetings. The small fae spoke in a voice akin to a melody, curtsying in greeting should the man turn to take a look at the girl that had come to visit.