Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

Before she reaches the sprawling trees, a figure materializes in her path. Berskerkir digs her toes into the grassy earth, her haunches coiling as she comes to a halt. She stares at the peculiar and ugly beast. She has never seen anything like it, though Berserkir thinks it must be native to these distant lands.

She didn’t come here to sightsee, however. She’s on a mission. Berserkir’s ears sweep backward and she turns on a heel. Gait even warier now, she lopes at a perpendicular angle to the oddity, keeping her lilac eyes fixed on it. Giving it a wide berth, she sweeps in an arc, still angling for the forest just beyond it.