While I pondered, weak and weary,

Krakarak

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Companions, eh? He listened to the wolf's words without interrupting. Eyeing Glacier as he bobbed his head in understanding. "Ya, ya! Krak, Krak! Can pretend!" Easy as pie, right? Just go in, put on a nice good show of pretend and the other wolves wouldn't eat him. Plus, he got free food! Win-win, right?

It was clear that when Wylan revealed that he was the Heir, the bird became quite excited."OOOOH! Krak Krak! You become king in future?" How lucky was he? Befriending the future king was FANTASTIC! The power! The prestige!

...Maybe he did want to be companion to the future king. Imagine the assholes back home when he was Raven-Heir with a King Companion.

He gave a hearty cawing chuckle, "Is much good! Krak! Wy! Wy! Wy-LAN!" He had to test the other's name several times on his tongue before he was able to get it out properly. Bah! Flowery wolf names! They had no harshness to them. No way to properly caw them! Ah well, he could make do for free food, compliments, and a friend that was future king. "Am called Krakarak!" As if he hadn't already yelled his name a thousand times over.

He flew over to Wylan after the other landed in the snow. Not only did he have all those other pluses but he got to ride on Wylan's back too? He wasted no time in flying closer and then perching on the wolf's shoulder. "Krakarak sit here! We go to pack! Ya, ya! Krak!" He was quite the happy raven.

[exit/end there?]

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quoth the raven