Firefly Glen Here comes the night, bedroom in shadows

Alaric lifted his head at teh voice of another nearby. He saw no wolf, but then his eyes fell cast upon the white raven. And he studied the creature. Alaric had never been a fan of the avian, either to converse with or for fare. But this one had an offer, but ravens were known for their trickery. In all the stories they tricked and misled. 

He blinked and pasted an easy smile to his face. Sharp toothed in a way. Seeking yes. I do not need eyes in the sky, but thanks none the less.