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

caw grins toothily at loinnir’s response. he is happy to have made a good impression! there are not many people who even understand his tongue.

“faerie?” caw’s head tips. this is also a word he knows, even if it is english! it is important to know who they are in any language. protectors, creatures of the moon – dangerous but only if you are unkind to them, or the lands they guard. his scarlet gaze returns to lumiya, even more curious than before. “you are faeries?” he has heard the stories! he has just never expected to find them. the sidhe take many forms, of course…but he has not expected one to be wolf! he looks curiously from side to side. “where is place you protect? and others?”

briefly distracted from this revelation by her compliment, caw wags his tail, nodding again. “thank you! is good! is what name is for.” he is beginning to resemble a bobblehead on the dash of a car going down one of those really shitty back roads. but! this is just very exciting! there are not only friendly people here, but there are faeries!

surely she will understand what he is doing here, then! “yes! am finding plants for…” he points eagerly with his muzzle at the looming cliffs, where the ravens wheel and call amongst each other. “am new here. and is not good to sleep or hunt here without offering! cliffs belong to ravens. is bad manners.” his voice slopes into the next words, low and warning. it is not good to take this lightly. “bad luck.”