Porcupine Ridge axehead

he began to ease in this, unnatural company. not that it were unusual for wolves and ravens to coexist as hunters and scavengers, but to chat with one so casually? it raked at yonder's small and shriveled sense of normalcy.

his chest feathers puffed out, when the wolf called him sacred. now, being seen as symbols and omens was another, more natural dynamic between the species. it was always a good card to play when in need of a meal.

well, i--

but growled words quieted him.

yonder stilled, feathers ruffled, watching intently the newcomer wolf. at least he'd be able to tell these two apart - one bright, other dark.

he made a single croak, like he'd forgotten every shared word.