The carrion birds, ravens and crows, were the most common creature to find in the woods. The forest was named after them, after all. Meldresi paid them no mind when they fluttered about the trees, dark feathers gliding down from the canopy to decorate the forest floor. They never picked up after their dead, leaving them instead to rot on the ground. The priestess wondered if they could use them as a food source once winter came....
Towards the borders, she heard a carrion bird, raven or crow she could not tell, caw in the wolf-tongue. Bewaaaaare.... it said ominously. Curious, the priestess searched the trees for the culprit, but quickly swung her head down when a scent filled her nostrils. A wolf, close to her borders. Her indigo eyes flitted side to side, searching for any sign of the wolf. She stepped past the border, sighting the dark figure in the distance. "You are quite close to my borders." She called to her.
