Ghost Lion Crag forgotten by the gods

Birds had many, many meanings.

From the mockingbird that caws leeringly, to the noble eagle as a stalwart guardian... All life forms had merrit in some way. Some use that even those they chose to attach themselves to didn't find. It fell to her, a beast of omen, to sometimes nudge their masters to accept them.

Though having no familiar for herself yet, the spook was not averse to such things. She saw the pair from a distance and approaches. Her fur is subtle and pale; only the eyes and faint markings were seen against the background. Coming to a halt as the woman breathed a sigh, she glanced at the raven.

Then back.

"It likes you" she smiled, though it did not reach her neutral eyes somewhat. It was as if the smile was false and she was making conversation through it. To appear normal. "how long have you had it follow?" The spook circles the rock where the raven rested, but made no move to lunge at it. A passing curiosity, to be sure.