possibly potentially protect potential

Snuggled up to her mother, she keeps her chin pressed close for comfort. Ears at full alert as the soothing tones of Modesty fill her. "I suppose they might enjoy water as well," she muses humorously, her own smile lifting the edges of her lips before her mother begins to spin her the tale of the ravens.

Listening intently, she relaxes and allows her eyes to close. An old wolf, his daughter, and the Raven, that had always been. The Raven could not see in the dark.. Like herself? It indeed was frustrating to always bump into things. Such a trivial thing when no one else appeared to have such issues. But instead of finding sight, the Raven found light that turned into the stars, the moon, and then the sun. Ah, the sun that warmed her fur and greeted her dark dreams with shades of grey and white.

There were many a question she wished to ask. "Why did the Eagle not like that the Raven had light?" Was her beginning point. Her chin tilting slightly upward to meet Modesty's.

"speech"