Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

@Derg 

Again, the Ravens. These woods remind her of a distant place she almost forgot existed. Some itch far back in her memory, drowned out by many other places, times. Some dubiously real, some most assuredly not. 
Such was the life when you spent your life half in the shadows, half in reality. 
A feeble croak caught her attention and she followed the sound, finding a Raven at the base of a tree. Wide, fearful eyes and a panting beak stared up at her, wing laying obviously broken. 
Gingerly she lay beside it, wrapping her paws around the creature like she was comforting a frightened pup. 
"Poor dear. There is trouble ahead... isn't there? These lands will be wounded...crippled...there is so much death here. So much pain and anger." 
She nuzzled the dying bird lovingly. "Go in peace, Little Kraerr. You are not alone."