Raven's Watch crooked crows

He was. . . odd.

Not that she could cast stones in that way. Wasn't she a bit odd? All dried blood and smoke for fur, runty and lean. She loathed to think about it for too long.

Regardless, as promise, there would be an overhang from a ledge. Big enough for them to seek shelter together for a moment. Even if her mind toyed the idea of leaving him here. She could head over the wall and back down to the plateau. Tempting.

What were you doing out there?

Her voice would break the silence as they settled in, unsure what to make of him (or do with him) just yet.