Ravensblood Forest Blood or Ravens

Ash Paw walked through the area in her maw a dead raven. She hadn't killed it. Age had been its demise. She moved boldly through the pack lands and beyond. To a small patch of greenery she had started moving plants too.

She dug around the soil and lay the bird near the berry bushes and covered it quickly. Its body would nourish the plants and she had given an elder a proper burial. Too gaemy to eat anyway.