Aivar stared at Nate Ronan as if the man had lost his mind. A fraud, well, that made sense at least. It was a strange expression, but what did hawks have to do with anything? And snake oil? What was that? They were questions he wanted to ask, but questions he didn't ask as they crept closer to the injured raven.
Nate Ronan's bird was making an almighty racket, and Aivar's lip curled, but he only tried to see what was going on.
The raven was not like any that Aivar had ever seen. So different was it that he was beginning to doubt his own ears. It had sounded like a raven… But the bird was white, or rather a sort of dirty, brownish white, and its eyes were a piercing blue. Its wing and chest were bloodied, but it was too far away for Aivar to see the extent of the injuries.
It made its raven sounds back to the crow, and it peered over at this “flockmate.” It watched the wolves with suspicion.
“Aaa Aaa Aah. " the moonfeather hissed, fluffing up his feathers. Not that he could go anywhere.
Aivar glanced at Nate Ronan with a silent question in his eyes. What was he going to do?
Nate Ronan's bird was making an almighty racket, and Aivar's lip curled, but he only tried to see what was going on.
The raven was not like any that Aivar had ever seen. So different was it that he was beginning to doubt his own ears. It had sounded like a raven… But the bird was white, or rather a sort of dirty, brownish white, and its eyes were a piercing blue. Its wing and chest were bloodied, but it was too far away for Aivar to see the extent of the injuries.
It made its raven sounds back to the crow, and it peered over at this “flockmate.” It watched the wolves with suspicion.
“Aaa Aaa Aah. " the moonfeather hissed, fluffing up his feathers. Not that he could go anywhere.
Aivar glanced at Nate Ronan with a silent question in his eyes. What was he going to do?
