Qeya River I was following the pack

It follows. Kekoa eyes the man with a furrowed brow - his default expression, really.

Laying with paws tucked under himself, his tail curls around his body like a protective shield from the cold weather. There's no sense in harassing the thing. He had been pecked at enough times to know that.

The occasional caw was far better than angry squawks. If he was to travel to the coast, he would prefer to rest promptly - an enraged raven was no good for those who wished to rest.