tremendous dynamite

The prospect of witnessing a raven's war delighted the grim female, and tempered a malicious smile upon her little muzzle. Yet it did not alter her from her intent -- with a quick gaze skyward the waif rose. "Wolves too, are behest by war." She answered simply, unwilling to give too much away.

Without expanding further, the angular creature slithered back the way she had come. Right before she disappeared into a dip of rotted tussock and tall frondgrass she turned, her gaze finding the onxy-black of the bird's own. "Should these services suit you, I advise you find me along the shore." With nothing more to utter, the wraith disappeared -- leaving the crow alone to contemplate her mysterious offer.