Blackfeather Woods but you were born under a bad sign

been so looking forward to meeting her heh

so it seemed she'd been right to think one of the ravens for some unknown reason, had been giving her some special attention. the moment she'd arrived back into the woods from her little detour around bearclaw valley a few days prior, the same one had found her and had seemed to make some final decision in its little head and hadn't left her side since. she could pick him out easily now, the same way one might find a set of indentical twins impossible to tell apart until you befriend them and suddenly realise after spending some time with them that they in fact look very different and you're left wondering how on earth you couldn't tell them apart before. anyway that was her with bertók, oh yea he had a name now too. 

there was something oddly reassuring about his presence and although she'd been skeptical about his intentions at first, she'd settled surprisingly easily into the companionship and already even after such a short time felt odd without him flying nearby.

soft steps carried the ghostly girl through her home, feeling oddly content. not that one could exactly guess that from her expression, it remained aloof as ever but within she felt strangely....warm? okay maybe a weird description but she wasn't good at these kind of feelings so it would have to suffice. it was not long before a shadow caught her attention, except it was not actually a shadow but a dark girl blending nicely with the woods around her. tundra had to give it to her, she moved with a fluidness quite like her own grace and the pale woman would slow, head tilting to the side ever so slightly- the only betrayal of her curiosity as siding that her face would remain expresionless as ever. doll eyes glinted in the dappled light filtering through the tall trees as she'd simply murmur a soft but cool toned; "hey" at the other. somewhere off to the side she noted bertók settling on a branch- observing them both with his beady eyes.