Beneath the storm

He caught the scent of the stranger moments before he saw her. The smell of her was beaten into the ground by the light rain, taking with it the advantage of a warning. He came to a stop, only a few beats away from the stranger. For a moment, he simply looked at her. A pretty thing, if a little bigger than his usual tastes. There was something odd about her as well, a glint in her coat. Something shiny… perhaps that was why the ravens followed her.

His companion saw the raven before he did. She fell from the sky like an arrow, colliding with the raven in such a way that allowed her talons to hold his wings closed. Shoving him from his branch with the force of her momentum, carrying them both to the ground. The raven in the mud, and his goshawk above her.

Flare’s eyes rose from the creature in the mud, back up to the stranger, and he smiled. Her timing was… fortuitous. An outlet for the frustration bubbling inside of him.


"Speech"