Duskfire Glacier That the people would see me too as a poet

her tail flicked in amusement at his approach. the pure svart of her being drew him in, like crow to a bloated body. the jester stood still.

when he was near enough, she made a small lunge at him, and a weak snap of teeth. the ravn retreated, laughing, twirled around herself and dropped onto the ground, kicking her legs in mirth at his reaction - or complete lack of it.

either way she'd find hilarity in it.