Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

women.

with focus pulled, kukuvrak could approach; then it became a waiting game. he did not like to wait. his enjoyment of things came with decisive action—not this. whatever this was.

what did it matter who this was, or why they were sent? that they were put upon this trail at all was enough for kukuvrak. he waited, tense and agitated, as if some signal might be spared for him.

he would wait for the target to run, or for black hawk to attack.

or maybe he wouldn't wait at all?
they did not look too threatening from behind.
grimacing, ready.