Raven's Watch My shadow staring back at me

the listener had received mortal form in the valley of the bear-witch and his followers, but it had been upon a mountainside that her divine instinct had been cultivated and refined. no longer would she be a mountain-dwelling wolf in this life, but the prophet nonetheless remembered well the lessons of traversing treacherous stone-carved terrain. the wolf of many names roamed with fluid grace among craggy spires and sharp inclines, a gaunt figure in ragged nightspun robes. she gleamed in nightshade hues under a dark berrystain sky, as much a part of the landscape as the mountains themselves.

in time, the listener came upon an overlook, and a lone silhouette wreathed in spiritwisp grey. at a distance she lingered, and watched in silence. waiting.