Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist turned her head back and very gently grabbed gripped the Raven’s head on her jaws and huffed. The raven pulled away easily cawed once and hopped onto of Whrist’s muzzle, slowly she lowered her head the bird flared it’s wings just and she tossed her head skyward. Again the bird fluttered in midair a few flaps before levelling out and taking off toward the tree tops.

She turned her attention to Arlette, “Let’s hope he gets it this time. This is the only thing I have been trying with him, I want him to find small prey animals for me, if he succeeds this time I’ll feed him. Last time be brought me to a large shiny stone. Either way, No matter what he finds, it should be fun” She cocked a black ear in the direction the Raven flew off listening for him

“Crawford? Hummm…. Weird but it’ll do” She sat and scratched her shoulder with a rear paw. She sat in silence for a few minutes not needing to fill the air with extra sounds besides she was listening for ‘Crawford’ A few minutes later they heard a long loud Caw far off to their left likely close to the stream that ran nearby here,

“Shall we?” Whrist grinned and stood up leading the way toward the sound, that had stopped after it’s first caw