Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

He stands a distance away, drawing her familiarity out from this land of no memories.  By now he is used to silence, though something pulls between them like a murmur, or a string drawn tight. She has on her old collar, his affection it may be called, the tethered end of leash Sutekh grips between his teeth. She is obedient yet numb, like a leg gone to sleep, returning in a prickle of sensation. An invisible phantom limb.

He only sees the outline of her head and shoulders edged in moonlight, and nothing of her face when she turns and looks for something lost, the voice to her echo.

He ripples forward. From his jaws dangles a rabbit with a snapped neck, which he places down at her side before pulling back to see her.

“Little raven has flown so far,” words trace to her, his nose lowering to hover over a dark ear. “Does she hunger?” Perhaps a few implications posed. He knew the ways in which to tend his raven.