Raven's Watch i would sing

From the corner of his eye, he spotted movement in the distance — two pale things descending the slops towards the lake that lay in the territory's center. They travelled slowly, painfully so, so D'Artagnan busied himself with ruffling through his own feathers until they were closer to the tree he had perched in.

Finally, they came into view, with the larger creature leaving the collapsed smaller one by the lake's edge before he hurried off. Dart tilted his head in curiousity, before fluttering to a tree closer to the dame and watching her nap.

The male then returned. Oh, it was Stjor! In his teeth he carried sweet-smelling herbs, paired with a carcass of sorts. Interest piqued, the raven let out a low caw and dropped to the ground before them, clicking his beak in greeting to his towering wolf friend before turning to the silent female and offering a sad look to her injured leg. "My, such misfortune to fall on a lovely dama," he said, offering a bow.