Whitefish River the other side of paradise

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padding through the grove, a particular raven took note of her surroundings.
many new, unfarmiliar scents overflowed her during her walk, how odd, she thought. she wasn't used to many smells, given her chaotic and isolated upbringing. anything that wasn't musk or blood was foreign to her. trying to push the irritating smells away, she let out a breathy sigh and continued on towards a waterbed-- when she noticed someone else.
huh. she thought, peering at him from a distance away, slightly rustlng the bushes as she moved around to get a better view. this one was very handsome, she ran her tongue along her teeth while contemplating, yes, this one will do. after drawing a little closer, she had noticed something interesting, the lack of a tail caught her attention. it's not like she hadn't seen a wolf with a tail ripped off, but finding one here was something she didn't anticipate.
this is better for her. the lack of a tail makes everything so much easier.
nothing to get in the way.
she walked out of the bushes, getting closer to the waterbed. a cloudy sky means the sun can strike minimal light on her gorgeous coat, it's a shame to her, but she doesn't need to sparkle to be noticed. she made her way over to the limping wolf, settling beside him and grooming herself to show off every curve of her body, as if she was completely oblivious to his presence.