Ever curious

Xina had found a strange rock. It had weird lines in it. It was rather large, big enough to climb on. What made those lines? Why were the lines all going in one direction as if they were layered? Hmmm... She wondered if the rock had come from something bigger, like one of the pebbles that fell from the den wall when she kicked it.

As she was observing said rock a smell drifted over her nose. Ah! One of her not-brothers was around and wandering! Did he get a raven recently? She asked herself as she heard the telltale call of a raven talking to someone. It was a familiar sound to her, she was constantly surrounded by the black birds. She saw them as background noise. Thinking everyone had a flock of ravens around them while they grew up.

Her nose crinkled as she found his trail, the rock suddenly forgotten, she needed to know what he was up to. She saw him and his raven looking over a funny looking corpse. Suddenly she wanted it. It was hers now.

"Hey! Gimme! What is it?" She told him, butting herself in between her new prize and his quills.