Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

A muttered curse, and the Ghost flicked an ear, not taking her eyes off the raven. 
Pawsteps approached, and a gentleman stood, asking a question.  Finally she raised her head, those eeerily penetrating dark eyes fixed on his russet hues. 
"I talk to many things. I am a sorceress." She answers simply, turning back to the raven, who was now leaning heavily against her. 
"This one's cycle is nearly ended. He is old and weak, and has carried his last message. He called to me....The Ravens always call to me."