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Raban and Shenandoah are going out on an adventure! On a dark snowy night! What could possible go wrong?

I am no good at birds, but all things considered I am pleased with how Raban came out. I love that raven

RP: (Vale Rebellion Plot) A Storm is ComingFeaturing: Shenandoah and Raban
Domain of the Wolf

Nightfall came with a foreboding gloom, clouds overcasting the land of Vale, obscuring the mountains in a ghostly white. As snow began to fall, Raban waited anxiously on the edges of a branch from an old Aspen tree at the head of the valley, watching the wolves as they retired to their dens one by one. A storm is coming. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing all too well of its impending consequences for those caught within its midst. He found his eyes trailing the northern ledges of the looming mountains before him, until finally, they settled upon the largest hallow at its face. A dark blur appeared in his peripheral vision, adverting his eyes to meet the gaze of the wolf he had been waiting on standing at the fringes of the forest. All of the conditions and preparations had been met. Now it was all up to Raban.
The white raven slung himself from the tree. His

Raban (c)
Shenandoah (c)

Description
Raban and Shenandoah are going out on an adventure! On a dark snowy night! What could possible go wrong?

I am no good at birds, but all things considered I am pleased with how Raban came out. I love that raven

RP: (Vale Rebellion Plot) A Storm is ComingFeaturing: Shenandoah and Raban
Domain of the Wolf

Nightfall came with a foreboding gloom, clouds overcasting the land of Vale, obscuring the mountains in a ghostly white. As snow began to fall, Raban waited anxiously on the edges of a branch from an old Aspen tree at the head of the valley, watching the wolves as they retired to their dens one by one. A storm is coming. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing all too well of its impending consequences for those caught within its midst. He found his eyes trailing the northern ledges of the looming mountains before him, until finally, they settled upon the largest hallow at its face. A dark blur appeared in his peripheral vision, adverting his eyes to meet the gaze of the wolf he had been waiting on standing at the fringes of the forest. All of the conditions and preparations had been met. Now it was all up to Raban.
The white raven slung himself from the tree. His

Raban (c)
Shenandoah (c)