Deepwood Weald suamrnaktuk ≯

The raven... sacred to deer people. Aatrox never would have guessed this to be true. And yet, here this woman was speaking it to his ear.

Her daughter, even, like him.

How peculiar. 

Chosen— When had he been chosen?

Ah, yes. Now he recalled it.

6 moons, nearly. It wasn't precise, but a close enough estimate. I was betrayed. The dark feathered... they blessed me. Since then, we have been one.