as the crow flies

Vesper · 08-09-2012, 12:57 PM

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If she hadn’t had experience with the scouting ravens of Inferni, Vesper might not have thought anything of the dark flock apparently nearby. She knew how birds could be used, and so she was cautious as she padded down the mountain trail once again, her shadow in the sky keeping watch for her. She didn’t know what she should really expect if the birds were indeed more than they seemed, but it was in her nature to expect the worst; it had kept her alive thus far.

As she leaped down onto a lower ledge, sure-footed and confident in her true shape, Stark let out a croak of surprise. She tilted her head back to look at him, and the noise he let out next was far more aggressive. Although he had displayed his rivalry with other types of birds before (such as the magpie they’d met), it seemed like what he was cawing at was far more different than simply a corvid on a different evolutionary branch.

What is it? Vesper asked the large raven, scowling and testing the air. She thought she could detect some odor on the wind, but the drizzle blowing in her nostrils made it hard to actually distinguish what it was. Glancing sharply at her surroundings, she remembered that she was in the vicinage of Anathema, a pack she had little dealing with. Perhaps Stark had spotted one of their members moving through the mountains?

The scarred coywolf hesitated. She didn’t want to be attacked close to foreign territory, but she was curious about the cavern-dwelling pack, despite the warnings others had given. She remembered someone telling her that it was not unlike Salsola in its brutality, which was never a good thing. She wasn’t quite sure where it stood in relation to Inferni, but it might help to get some information about them.

Stark cawed once more, and the Centurion called him down with a sharp noise she’d learned from the other ravens. She could see a large, blurry grey form through the rain, as well as a couple of dots in the sky, which her partner was eyeing darkly. Setting her stance, she lifted her head and gave a low ’yotish yap to let the approaching stranger know where she was.

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