Blackfeather Woods akh

what others could blame him for, was his own mistakes. like not hearing the crunch of snow. 

when the little voice spoke to him, yonder's head turned as if unscrewed, feathers fluffing more.

a- a canine. small and light, so the raven guessed it a coyote ( if only because foxes had longer tails ). and it... had said something to him. something which was then followed by a... lowering of the head...?

his mind's wings flapped in desperate attempt to make a single sensible thought fly. was he in danger? was this a, a threatening kind of thing? maybe flying apart the melded murder/conspiracy was a mistake. what did the word mean? neff- neffhee- uhg, something-

no.

yonder inhaled deep trough his nostrils. he parted his wings only slightly from his body, and shook them out. composure, composure, his thoughts repeated in a voice he'd rather not think too much about.

the raven relaxed ( or at least feigned relaxation ), and looked over the coyote ( he was certain ) again.

his sibling had a knack for toying with hunters. yonder, however, could only rely on a trickster's basest skill -

improv.

"keep thy head held-" his eyes briefly squinted. "-pale one. what reason has thou for approaching?'

hereby, if you're dead, please posses me.