Raven's Watch sacra

Whoever he had hoped to entice down to speak with him, Stjornuati was not expecting who chose to descend. Breath stole from his lungs as the bleach-feathered creature fluttered and hopped its way down, livered eyes widening in surprise and boyish wonder. The white raven was a sign, a significant vision in the lore of his people, and that it chose to appear here and now, to him...

Stjornuati's face broke into a rare, brilliant and toothy grin, tail waving behind him as he looked up at the bird. If this wolf is blessed with find, then hrafn is blessed with gift. This one brings such htfjársjóður for you. For he was the bird that had come to him and so the gift was for the pale-one, and the pale-one alone. On all fours again, the golden crested male dropped his head top nudge the gem forward with his nose, taking a step back to allow the bird closer without threat.