Raven's Watch birds of a feather

Mictec took a step forward into the light as it melted around her paw as if she was being molded before their eyes. Her obsidian pelt only made the white fur on her face more pronounced, like the moon glowing on a night with no stars. She kept her head low, washed of emotion other than a deadpan expression. Some had said this was far more disturbing than bearing teeth, in constant question of what her next move may be.

"I don't doubt that."

Mictec could inhale the stranger's scent as she drew close, one that laced any other which allowed her to relax slightly that it lacked the mixture normally associated with a pack. Still, she only closed the distance between the slightly, the ravens seemingly uncovered as they continued about.

"I do caution though, as someone who is foreign to this territory, it's best to never assume you are alone."