Raven's Watch they send us in to find it

though a mountain looms ever stalwart and imposing between them, rusalka keeps a stony eye upon the packs closest to raventhorpe: for no other reason than it was in his nature. it wasn't personal and though there were rough hewn edges that father and husbandhood has smoothed down, there were others that it had only sharpened.

windswept and sloven, rusalka lingers along the precarious peaks of the ravens watch as the morning wanes to an overcast afternoon; weathered eye upon the willows and the unfamiliar scents that gather and linger there.

a watcher on the wall.