Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whirst could not help the smile that quirked the corner of her lips as she continued to stare up at the trees. Carefully a young raven hopped into view and cawed cautiously then it opened it’s wings and hopped to the edge of the branch. It tipped it’s head in a very wolf like manner then leapt from the branch gliding toward the black wolfess landing almost gracefully at her paws, if it hadn’t almost fallen. Whirst licked the top of it’s head gently then looked at Arlette

“I picked him up along my travels, he had fallen out of his nest.” She grinned “I practically raised him,” She chuckled  “really just shared a few meals until he was strong enough to fly on his own, now he sticks around” She wondered if Arlette would realize she had kidnipped the creature and held onto it long enough that it took to her for protection and food