moose it or lose it

A new raven! A white one! Those were exceedingly rare where he came from and often had been thought of as a good omen when in a clutch. Of course, he preferred the dark feathers that most ravens had but wouldn't knock her appearance. He felt like he'd made the right choice joining up with this pack. He was excited to see her flying above and called out in his native Corvid tongue, "хЕЛЛО! вХО АРЕ ЫОУ?" Hello! Who are you? He cawed excitedly to the ravens above him in the trees. Although, he didn't immediately go join them as he wanted to address the wolves before joining his brethren up above.

When Wylan introduced him, the raven lifted his head and puffed out his chest so that Spider could see how magnificent he was. "Ya, ya! Krakarak can help! He can find prey if it runs! Krak! He can fly in prey face! Distract it! Krak Krak!" He bobbed his head up and down, clearly very eager to do his part to bring down something large. Big game like they were talking had been rare where he'd come from. His clan had not regularly worked with wolves but he was seeing the merits now.

Raven Clan. He liked the sound of that! So, he flew up with the other ravens, alighting next to the white one. He figured these new ravens would be his new clan. Although, they were quite large compared to him, it must be a thing here that the ravens were larger. He didn't really mind, it just meant that he was extra special!

He listened from up above and when the wolves began to move, he cackled happily in the Corvid Tongue, "ыЕС! лЕТС ФЛЫ!" Yes! Let's fly! And then he took off, keeping pace easily with the canines below and landing when they did. He peeked through the branches, looking at the large creature up ahead. He leaned down on his branch, listening to the plans being made and wondering what he could do once the hunt had started.