Raven's Watch Back when the earth, sun, and stars all aligned

The woman is bold. She looks at him the way a bear might; indifferent, to a point, guarded and preoccupied. He spies the red marking her face, traces similar crimson upon her paws and knows she is the perpetrator of whatever kill flavors the air. The birds do not react to her in the same manner as himself - they seem to welcome her, appeased perhaps by what she's given them. A scattering of viscera beyond her.

Her question is met with the flick of an ear, a sullen peering around at the rock surface darkened with stains of purple-red. A few lazy steps carry him closer, and he dips his nose towards the piled ribbons of warm soft meats, startling one raven from the ground in to a hop-skip; it stares at him indignantly. He reaches out, slices some of those soft innards with his teeth.