Once upon a midnight dreary

Oh? Oh, what was that delectable smell he smelled? Blood? FOOD! He was absolutely starving! Ravenous! If he was bigger he might have pounced on the first creature he saw but as it was, he was a tiny dot of a raven. He couldn't just attack someone. No. He had to be smart. Crafty. Finesse it a bit.

He absolutely had to investigate first, though. So, after gathering himself, he took to the air once again. Ignoring his aching muscles and soared to the promised land. Which happened to just be just a hop and skip southward of his location. There, he saw a felled elk and the creature who had done it. A large feline. Normally he was wary of cats.

Really, they just always loved to hop and pounce and bat at an unfortunate bird's tail feathers!

But today, he did not let that get in his way as he alighted near the feline and her catch. He hoped that she was in a good mood since she'd felled something and had no need to bat at his tail feathers.

He made a great show of looking quite pitiful, wings sagging, head low as he peered at her with a sad expression. "Krakarak can have some? Krak Krak?" Finesse. He felt so very, very smart for trying to play on the cat's sense of humanity.