Meadowlark Prairie waiting on LA to come find me and be forgiven

Belladonna had learned early in life that following wolves meant a free meal - this time was no different. The wolf spoke, and the raven contemplated her words, before letting out a delighted caw. "Ravenous!" it cried, hopping closer. She clicked her beak, then ruffled her feathers against the cold wind. "What do your kin call you, wolf?"