Hideaway Strath salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt

Eee, glad to know you are here. :] (FYI, Ville Valo brings me back to high school days)

The Raven in the canopy puffed its neck feathers and clicked its beak in an odd clamor. While the Mackenzie disregarded interacting with the Raven, she did subtly pick up on peculiar calls over time. The Raven was a background noise she could never escape and knew when it was this Raven constantly shadowing her from above, even amongst a flock of other ravens. Her ears flicked and rose to their full attention. She heard this series of clicks before, often when either the Raven or herself were in proximity of another being.
 
With the Raven’s call, her ears also heard her dull heartbeat. The deafening silence of the night amplified the sound of her heart’s rhythm; not necessarily in nervous cadence, but a lively pulse. She felt the prickle of her hackles raise, feeling without seeing there was another presence near. While she knew she was in the safe confines of the Straths and the Saints were secure in their own safeguard, it would take getting used to being acclimated to other wolves again. There were habits of the lone wolf she couldn’t readily shake right away.
 
Her attention diverted from her dugout, steel eyes scanning the area’s perimeter. She focused on a set of floating eyes, similar to the crimson hue she saw splattered along the borders. Zsuzsa never encountered a wolf with red eyes, so the sight took her off guard. From what she could make from her distance was he was angular and slim. Ears larger than that of a wolf. The overall symmetry appeared different. Upon meeting Donovan, he was a walking anomaly with his curled tail. Zsuzsa recalled Donovan speaking about an infinite number of wolfdog breeds in existence, some calling the Saints home. It would be another thing to get used to.
 
She was in a trance with his red gaze, undecided of how to react to such a sight.