King Elk Forest Raven-song

She only smiled at the white wolf, as he indirectly swore to never come back. It was a real shame, for he looked like a loyal, and strongbound breed, and yet, he was born so different to their cultures, that even if Célnes wanted him to join; the rest would leave. She dare not think of that possibility yet, shoving the fear of 'cursed' to the back of her mind, as the thoughts of greed filled moreso.

She hummed lightly, as the feather played between her paws. Lightly so, picking it up, and placing onto her chest, before disappearing into the forest.