Shy Deer Steppes he runs, wishing he could fly

She was simply making her rounds of patrols today when a call was sprung forth for their leadership and despite not being amongst the ones called. The raven felt the need to go and investigate. It took her eyes a bit to adjust to the world beyond their fog  forest but as she came closer the wolf was a bit familiar. "May I help you?" She phrased it as a question but the female was looking more towards a demand.

Her eyes tuned into the girls face and then it all became apparent. This was the young wolf she had taken to the mountain. Then her thoughts begin wonder on why she was here so she looked to the female to speak.