Remember where the witches burned

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It was not hard for Halo to creep. She carried her weight in her shoulders and spine, leaving hardly any for her feet to place. The black thing was very quiet, slinking along, trotting really, with her spiky tail swaying and her venomous eyes leering through the deepening dusk. The peppered wolf had neared some recently marked borders, but was clever enough not to cross them.

Kindly, she skirted them, though kept near.

She was not recently fed, a scrawny rabbit two days ago having been her last meal, but the small tyrant had long since gotten used to the bite of hunger in her belly. The ache was largely tolerable at the moment, and she figured she could go another two before it actually became a problem.

A shadow passed over her then, and she glanced upwards to catch an inky figure wheeling gracefully around. This was her third time seeing it today. The bird was a crow or raven -- she didn't bother learning which, but knew this much at least -- and it had been following her for many weeks now. She didn't know why (nor did she actually care) but the obsidian creature was a strangely recurring presence.

Sometimes she went days without seeing it, but there he was again. And she did assume it was a he, because when it spoke in its deep, warbled caw, intelligently mimicking the language of wolves, she was reminded of a male. "Bewaaaaare," he squawked then, but Halo ignored him.