Barrow Fields oh my god

vonn's been dead to me since aure got preggo i'm sorry!! ;a;

The Crow had left his sister in good spirits -- and with one of a particular good heart. He could still feel the press of her when they'd embraced, willowy and crude but Aure, and the traveler was sure that the sensation wouldn't be lost on him anytime soon. Once Stigmata's debt would finally be paid, Vonn would return to the Taiga, pledge himself, and be more close to his sister than he'd ever been in years.

It was with this merriment that he headed back down along the coast, despite the dreary day, plush coat ruffled and bolstered against the chill all the same. It was with this mirthful air that he, too, sighted and scented female -- and it was this that gave him cause to re-chart his course. He would never leave a lady to shiver to her soul!

So, the Crow did what he usually did best; sleuthing his way up right one of those fabled, haunted barrows and draping himself along it. For all the world, he looked like some languid lord as he warbled loftily, leeringly, "Buen día, dama."