Raven's Watch Souärr

she has not left to find the duck lake.

yet she had left the safety of the vale. left behind the promise of protection and a belly full. all in hopes of what? she did not know.

here is another lake. home to other birds. ravens. her gut rolls with a grand protest within her — and she is unsure if it comes from emotion or hunger. yet her throat is scorched by stomach acid all the same and her eyes are sunken again. a thin giantess come to pluck at meager things.

only someone else is here.

someone pale and befitting this place better.

there will always be someone who fits better than her. maybe that's what made it so easy to always leave things behind.

she licked her lips and chuffed lowly.