Blackfoot Forest battle

she commands, and he obeys.

the raven who has become blackfell’s shadow, perched high above in a skeletal tree, lets out a sharp caw.

the bird shifts his weight, flapping once before gliding down to perch on a jagged outcrop. its beady eyes gleam in the dim light as it snaps its beak, then casts its gaze toward a shadowy hollow in the side of the ridge.

crimson eyes narrow and see it for what it is. there, he rumbles. the faint outline of a cave is barely visible against the frost-laden rock. the entrance blocked by a felled tree.

without hesitation, he moves ahead.