King Elk Forest Raven-song

He would believe her, simply because it was a stupid and minute thing to play lying games about-- coupled with her tone, it would probably have been better if he had cleared off entirely from the scene… but Akai didn’t. Instead, tipping his nose to the air as she spoke of ‘Deorwines’ and ‘Lost ones’ (the words had no meaning to he), the white wolf watched a common raven land upon the branches above him with a curious expression playing upon its face. It was not uncommon for ravens and crows to be drawn near to where song-birds gathered… it meant there was no beast near to harm them, but perhaps there would be food. This particular bird had been tailing him for miles now, and just when he thought he had lost its attention…

“I have nothing for you, my friend.” Whispered to the slick black avian, who hopped about its branch, turned its beak against its breast and pulled a small black feather out. Grooming? A coincidence? A sign? Akai made no facial indication of what it was as he landed quietly upon the ground to pick the tiny feather up, nuzzling it against his snowy mane. 

“I see.” His gravelly voice was full of disinterest. “I do not wish to join you, I simply wish to pass through. Could you allow me that, at least…?”