Ravensblood Forest ketos

Whusss, whusss, whusss... the sound of raven wings cutting across a clear sky, followed by the sigh of tree boughs as the bird lands. There is silence for a few minutes after. When the bird croaks a call it carries far. The sound resembles that of stones being thrown in to a river; at least that is what the nameless boy thinks as he prowls after it.

Far off among another forest, maybe winging over the mountains, comes a reply; the raven turns to listen and for a second the wolf below pauses, straining to hear it too. He can't hear anything clear enough, and startles when the raven he has been trailing lifts from the treetop and flies off. The sound of the branch shaking makes his skin crawl and it serves as a distraction.

When he finally stops his cowering and looks up, seeking the raven's shape and the path it takes, he cannot tell where it has gone. A burning jealousy erupts within the boy. The raven could have brought him to a meal (that was how he'd found it initially, at a carcass picked clean), instead it left him abandoned in the woods.