Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

She finishes her meal quickly, then pushes onward, licking her bloody jowls as she studies her strange surroundings with her senses. Berserkir feels cagey in these faraway lands, without her kin close at hand. She is eager to find her sister and the other deserters, then return home to Elfenbenravn.

The Kvitravn sweeps across a grassy valley, then arrives at a stream. She pauses to wash down her meal, mismatched ears pinning to her head as she deliberates which direction to head. @Eventyr’s scent trail had gone cold miles ago, yet something in Berserkir is certain her sister cannot be far.

Cold water swirls around her heels as she fords the stream, leaping to the far bank and galloping toward a forest in the distance.