Dragoncrest Cliffs Jwèt Limyè Solèy

she watched the soft thing still. her head canted, curious if it had passed.

the great white bird descended.

its little chest rose and fell. breathing.

useful.

the raven brought her beak close to its dark ear, and whispered.

"when stars fall, when sun goes to sleep,

then, little wolf, is when again we'll meet."

the raven retracted its head, an avian smile on its beak.

with flap of mighty wings, it left the seawolf place.