Dragoncrest Cliffs spiders flee before it

Words of what this raven sought is what snagged Aure's attention, and she leaned forward in the same fashion that the corvid did; starlit eyes gullible and glittering, her lips parted in a hushed 'o'. As its words croaked and crawled into her straining ears, her lashes fluttered in thought. Then a rare, true smile, lunar-bright and just as resplendant, charted its course along the corners of her lips; tugging them up up up into borean sweetness.

"How enchanting," she breathed, gazing avidly back into the abysmal dark of the raven's eyes. Her voice trembled, whispered and athirst, "Minunat! There is nothing more I could ever wont for, to help you. We must seek it out together!"

And then she drew away, and began to follow the raven's former suit of searching; snowshoe paws grasping and feeling through the snow and foliage, long, long legs giving cause to stride as she did. Her tail feathered out behind her, shivering in delight as she giggled -- giggled -- like a girl. Whatever it was that did not bed with bones... she couldn't wait for them to discover it!