Nova Peak Raven's Call

From the higher reaches of the mountain did a guardian descend. His body cloaked in scarlet in both from his own natural hues and decorated with crimson stains. Raven's heart dropped as the rancid note of blood laced the air with him.

The blackbird crouched as he approached, her tongue passed over her lips, and her mismatched gaze dropped in deference to the mountain man. Her tail wagged passively behind her.

Winsook... Raven tested the word quietly upon her tongue. It was foreign to her, as was the guardian's accent. She looked up to him, her ears cupping forward. It took her several breaths to find more strength to her voice. I seek a new home.

A forward approach, but it sufficed. Had she not been taught to ask for what she wanted? Perhaps she may be too hopeful, but her eyes spoke for her.

Would you have a place for me?