Otatso Wetlands raven's cry

Silver Bone headed south. Unfortunately, straight south was right through a muddy, smelly swamp. She wondered if there were any pine forests here. Silver Bone hadn't given much thought to whether she should settle down or not, and where if so. She was used to the pack life, but perhaps there weren't any packs here that valued ravens. How could she live with digging up a cache to find something to eat, to come across a lovely raven seen as prey? Ravens were her family, they were what gave her her last name, they played a big part in her life. She couldn't see how she would live with those who saw the raven as mere food.