Swiftcurrent Creek Black & gold

The gentle press of a cold nose rouses Helios from the fog clouding his mind; tempted as he is to insist that they stay put, the raven follows the beckon of his sister. She presses onward, ever curious as any child ought to be. The raven is just so; seeking out the unknown in a reckless manner. Yet he finds safety in knowing this territory is theirs, even if that knowledge comes from instinct alone. He gets to his shakey feet, a cough escaping his muzzle from the effort. Ears and eyes peer ahead, roaming over what they could, before his vision locks on a particularly interesting looking object. Glancing at Polaris, he attempts to run ahead of her. All to investigate a stick.