Ravensblood Forest the fat pelican

After parting from Dacio's company the few days before, Raleska hadn't returned home right away. She couldn't. Home was where all the negativity was. She loved Erzulie and Rosalyn and Nieve, but so much had happened -- so much bad -- that she couldn't separate Rusalka from the unsavory feeling that bucked in her gut.

She had made a den in an old rotted oak, and it was there she spent her days. Hunting alone in the wilderness, having no one around but her own thoughts for company -- there was something to be said for that. Something freeing and independent. No one to bring her down but herself..

Raleska was in the middle of stalking a rather fat juvenile squirrel when she caught a glimpse of something pale passing through the deepwood. Her nose twitched as she tried to work out who was passing (friend, or foe?) but the wind was blowing in a southernly bluster, affording her no help. Clearing her throat, Raleska set the task of hunting aside for investigating. "Who goes there?" She barked, readying for anything.