Ghost Lion Crag forgotten by the gods

The Raven balks at the pale female, clicking its beak and giving a caw. Upon the suggestion of killing it, Zsuzsa lightly sighed. ”Already tried.” It may have been a cold thing to admit. There were a couple of times in the past she had (severely unsuccessfully) attempted to snap at it but it was always out of reach. The Raven knew better to keep a distance from Zsuzsa… except for these recent episodes of watching her sleep.
 
Fluttering its wings, the Raven hopped off its perch and bounced away when the pale female raised a paw to it, showing that it held cautious regard to the other just in case. When she mentioned special, Zsuzsa eyed the bird, then turned her glance back with a quirked brow. ”How can you truly tell if its ‘special?’” Looked like an ordinary Raven to her but Zsuzsa was interested to hear the female’s theory.
 
Elaborating further on how it wasn’t a bad omen, that was somewhat reassuring to hear but didn’t have her convinced entirely. Mentioning sight and seeing beyond, Zsuzsa took a moment to thoughtfully consider. ”To see beyond… does that make this a spirit guide then?” It seemed like the Raven followed her more than she followed it. She never took a firm belief in all the spiritual and religious figures but would hear this female out on her perspective.