Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

but it was not treason to arrive first to the borders, but instead her sturdy mate, who wore her scent proudly in his fur. of course, he wouldn't think that that would mean anything to a stranger at the border, but here he was. it's night time, as but that does little to hide his dark coat among all the snow and ash -- same for the stranger, who terance doubts wants to be invisible anyway. after all, he had called, hadn't he?

terance stands still before him, assessing him gently, finding nothing familiar about him. he cleared his throat, a little heavier than his usual ahem with all the debre in the air -- he hoped this apocalypse would pass soon... can i help you? asked the leader, standing tall before the other, tail arched just above his back. his ear flicked, gaze hovered, nose twitched.