Raven's Watch water up the nose

The crows were unsettled within the watch today, though Solpallur did not understand why. They had not been bothered by the brothers taking a reprieve there, though the duo largely left the birds alone to do their thing. It also helped that they roosted where the wolves did not travel, which made traveling down the stone stairs along one ridge an easier task when he did not have to shoo them.

The watch was a paradise, though he thought this too would be a temporary lodging while they recuperated from their journey thus far. The days may have been shorter and shorter still but they had covered a great deal of many miles in that span of time. There was still much to learn, much to see, and it was there that they had been plotting out their next course of action. Quietly, though, almost conspiratorial in nature once he had learned that just along the rocky crag and deep foothills there was a pack.

He heard their song in the night too, but was not curious enough to investigate.

As he made his way towards the lake, the cacophony of ravens grew silent. Their chatter, or now the lack thereof unsettled him. He soon discovered why when he heard the sneezing, rounding a narrow band of thin trees to take in the sight of a child. His hackles prickled along his spine—children did not wander far, least of all one so young. He hunkered down to watch her along the stones and wilting foliage, thinking surely she would not be alone.

These were the hazards of occupying a spot so close to a pack, and he knew it.