The Sunspire your story walks ahead of you

hope its ok to hop in! would love to make this a naturalist thread :)

it is not that caw does not enjoy his new home. there are ravens there, after all! what isn’t to like? but he does get…bored. is the thing. and it is very difficult to find everything he needs next to a big pool of water. and! very handily! there are many mountains nearby! these are usually dry. or one side of them is. he will just have to figure out which one.

vrána wheels above him, a tiny fleck of black against the sun. she is searching too, and she is probably better at it than him. just by virtue of being able to fly. a fun fact: no matter how many feathers he threads into his fur, caw cannot do this! also, this was not a fun lesson to learn.

caw does not move with any real purpose. he wanders aimlessly along the edge of the spire, picking through the plants as he does. it is not drier here – but he has not walked that far. and there are lots of mountains – there is still plenty of ground to cover.

but! his nose does run him directly into a patch of mugwort, which he has found before but there is nothing wrong with picking up extra. he gently snaps a mouthful of stems away from where it is sprouting through the cracks in the rock, leaving the rest.

it is important to be careful with plants, after all. who knows how much of it there is around? it will not be good if he runs out.