Ravensblood Forest Never did I want to be here again

From the sea where he had emerged, the great raven had become weary. For those that had flown overhead, he followed. Eventually, they led him down and through a wide forest. It felt almost pleasant to be here. Woodland was where he found the most comfort, despite being a foreigner to these wilds. But like in most tight woven territories, few would be of disturbance. 

Though, that did not make all exempt. 

Weaving slowly through the trees, paced steps echoed his own. Another was near. He was sure of this.

Retracing his steps, he searched for the other's prints. Once found, he would move in close proximity, observing them with caution. The ravens above noted his silence, following suite. None would caw, unless unwanted movement was made.