Ravensblood Forest from silence rose a symphony

Though no cover was broken by the brother in black the birds had no doubt heard the minute cracklings of the others paws upon the floor, and began to cant their heads this way and that with their black beaks pinpointed upon his position. Akai had watched Stjornuati’s nose rise to the air quizzically… but had not yet caught on. Those golden eyes were settled upon the wolf before him and he alone, confident that if the conversation ever turned he would be able to handle whatever was thrown his way-- those thick scars that riddled the white wolf’s face were marks of strength, not memoirs of battles lost. This being so far had given him nothing to worry about.

“Guide you here… to me? Why?” Came an indignant chuff; genuinely befuddled! It was perhaps a sign from Kuta above, the raven-god of mischief and intelligence… was there something to be done? Had those starry eyes in the heavens seen something that mortal gazes could not…? Swallowing thickly with his fluffy tail scraping the ground, the male now seemed somewhat frazzled by the blonde wolf’s admission. 

When the night fell, the star-seer would take his place amongst the tall-rocks of the mountains to see what the blanket of stars had to say.

“A child, yes. Moons ago, the ravens led me to her whilst the forest was ablaze. They saved her life. As they are my siblings, I too am in their debt... without them I would have starved, and without them she would have burned.” The words tumbled from him rather fondly despite the racing of his mind, recounting the blur of orange and red and white that howled about them as they rushed to the mewling creature shaking before her death. Perhaps Stjornuati had no clue as to what he was saying, but then again, perhaps a shared thread in the past had led them together.

“I do not think… I have ever met another who has understood.” An ironic statement, given the language barrier. “Who… are you?”