Raven's Watch laughed their cryings and did their dance

As winter approached, the autumn wolf was growing into her winter coat. She was already a rather plush wolf, easily finding stones and twigs to be lost within her pelt, but now with the mixture of the colden weather, she felt extra supplied for the harsher times ahead. As too it would come, so would harder days- but she found some sort of comfort knowing it was a bit easier to blend in at times as she had a variety of white to her coat, but even then, that was not enough to survive.. At least she had the Watch.

Upon the days of strolling and walking, a hunt to the mixture, Viola perked an ear to a song of calling. However she was not sure if it was one of calling for those who follow the ravens, nonetheless she could not help but throw her own note to the mixture, and follow along the chorus of songs.

I'm coming, she said.