The forests of the Syliras region teemed with wildlife, for a hunter like her this meant meals and profit. There was always someone in the city who was hungry and depending on who she sold to she either went very low to help them or high to take advantage of their wealth. She didn’t really care about the money, it was just an aspect of life that made one able to survive. For her it was not really all that important for she was an animal first and human second. She enjoyed the city, its activity, there was never a dull moment. However she was not in the city this time, she was perched in her tree nestled in the hole that gave her a commanding view of her territory. In its branches were the others of the flock or as humans called a flock of ravens, the Unkindness. Even though she could take a human shape, she was kin to them and they appreciated her contributions, especially as it made it easier to feed their young. Littered around the tree were the bones of many a kill, some still being made a meal.
Sunberth had a wealth of things to offer the flock, especially her as she could choose to run on two legs and get things easier should she wish. In this hole she had stashed her belongings, though she’d done it first as a human, the hole big enough to stash her bag and clothing, but leaving plenty of room for her to build a comfortable nest. Littered around it were things she had picked up or rather flown off with because she liked how they glittered. Stealing shiny things was more a habit of crows, a thing she inherited from her parents as they had been Crow Kelvics. Something about polished metals, gems, even simple polished stones appealed to her. Even light reflecting off water attracted her attention, she just loved how light played off them. The morning sun was especially beautiful reflected on her treasures which made her happy as her home faced that direction. She ruffled her feathers stirring from her nap, fluttering out of her nest to a nearby branch to preen a wing thoughtfully.
She decided it would be best to hunt, she was hungry and so after making sure her ink black feathers were as pristine as always she flew off in search of a meal. She spotted a dark shape in pursuit, this made her curious for the way this raven flew it had more cunning and thought that what she usually saw from her normal cousins. She followed the stranger till it brought down its prey, she landed on a branch making more noise than she’d normally do. It wasn’t polite to sneak up on others and if this one was a cousin she’d be able to scare him off, for with a closer examination this stranger was a ‘he’. He didn’t look familiar to her, he wasn’t part of her flock, so then was he moving in or passing through? If he was a cousin she’d see if she could find him a place, but if he was like her, well he better not be trying to move in to her turf. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her own kind, she just didn’t want to share, another like herself could mean competition and she didn’t want that.
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