Syla’s maw parted, exhaling a tired yawn as the yearling shook her chocolate coat, trudging slowly down the hillside, the sun setting in the west casting a pink glow across the vast cloud speckled sky, brown eyes looking upward upon the scene as the girl took in the scene, tired from a long day of sorting through the herbs with an overly complicated system and picking out the bad ones and disposing of them so that a curious pup didn’t find and devour them.

Sleep was the only thing on the Notch wolf’s mind as she plopped over with a soft hmmmppphhh underneath  one of the many cherry trees, slowly closing her eyes and welcoming the sweet and relaxing release that sleep brought. Drifting slowly as her conscious trickled away to rest...until a loud and repetitive cawing of something

With a reluctant groan, a coffee colored gaze blinked open and glancing upward, sitting there, in the spacious branches of the cherry tree laid a black bird, a raven Sylva realized as it cawed again. “Can you please shut up? I'm trying to sleep[/i] she grumbled bitterly, eyeing the bird, the only response she got was what she could have sworn was a louder, almost laughter like reply from the bird.