Raven's Watch Dangling feet from window frame

When his brothers' call rose to greet the new dawn that day, Rökkvi turned toward it at once. Raven ears high atop his crown, he listened quietly to the message it carried: the call had come for them once more to summon them away.

The hringja had not reached for him, however, at least not recently, but many months ago it had shown him where his loyalty should lie. A change of scenery would not alter his destiny.

Rökkvi picked his way patiently down the mountainside, through the evergreen foliage where ravens bickered among themselves over some small morsel that one had found. He took in the sights as he went, thinking how it was a shame that the watch had not been meant to serve as a permanent settlement for he and his siblings.

He'd grown rather fond it it in those few weeks, after all.

Other voices rose from elsewhere to answer: the palefur Kigipigak, who seemed to regard this announcement as an opportunity to seek his own freedom; fiery Valmúa, whose insult would not be forgotten. Rökkvi gritted his fangs and rumbled his frustration, but it was short-lived as he arrived at the gathering spot to flit champagne eyes knowingly between each of his brothers.

He did not speak. There was no need. While bitter that his bond with Stjörnuàti and Solpallur could never compare to the one forged between the two of them, they were both of his blood and he hoped they could understand his silent promise of undying loyalty.