Raven's Watch scaring me

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ravens swarmed above, ever watchful as they roosted and cawed. tracking the stormy wolf who'd slunk into their watch. they talked amongst themselves, and ikaros listened with scorn. he could not understand their shrill, haunting calls; though he pessimistically wondered if they were making fun of him. pathetic little wolf, they must coo. nothing but skin, bone, and grief. perhaps they awaited his demise, where they could pick flesh from bone. least then, he'd become something, albeit just measly carrion. perhaps that fate is what he deserved.

light footsteps carried him further, scaling down treacherous paths of rock and rubble. he'd often lean over to peer down into the vastness of the gorge. if he'd fall, or perhaps jumped, he'd meet the chasm, and it'd swallow him whole. he wouldn't, of course. too cowardly. so he continued forth, winding his way up the cliffsides, curling his lip with disdain whenever a pesky crow would dive-bomb him, it's feet grasping at dark tuffs of spikey fur. further and further until he reached it's peek. here, he could sulk and wallow, with only the birds to keep him company.

so he sat at the cliffsides edge, peering off into the valley below with a pensive expression. his chest ached, but not with exertion. an all familiar swell to his throat made him wince, and he wanted to scream out into the still air, pray it'd take his grief and hatred, leech it from his bones. the peak reminded him of home; the desolate, dangerous cliffs of that surrounded dikastes. it made the ache worse.