Greatwater Lake Fledgling with a Broken Wing

Whine, whine, whine. Her eyes fluttered up towards the skies, upon the great trees before her and the wind blowing the scent of water past her nose.

Her inky nose grazed along the soil as her head swayed about, went up towards the sky, and then ran back to the home of the ground. She'd done nothing but walk endlessly for miles, going forth. Did poor raven's paws hurt? Did they cry the same? Oh, and how vulnerable a flightless creature?

Sand familiarly started to touch her homesick pads. Only strangers treaded these lands. Nothing but a stranger would find her. So, she continued to slowly push forward, nose wiggling and twitching about with a body she forced not to rest.