nevermore.

A lady friend. The Raven, assuming he had those sort of urges, did not care for simple corvids like himself. No, he preferred to keep the company of wise and terrifying men --- much like the one who was seemingly barking orders at him. But just as much, the Raven enjoyed the company of beautiful women as well, those whose hair glittered like stars at night, those bedecked in sparkling jewels and other fineries. 

Ah, but the Raven had succumbed to a white Raven once --- and those that followed could never compare. And she was lost now --- lost to the world.

Perhaps one day they would cross paths once more. 

u can’t do that im lord commander dum birb

thats a lot of words even for YOU bird

Though he is skeptical, the Raven flaps toward the dire wolf, an inquisitive sparkle in his eye. 

“MEAT!”

Dorne? No --- the last time the Raven had been to Dorne, he hadn’t liked it one bit. The memory of endless seas of sand and the HEAT. Dear Gods, the heat! No, the Raven had not particularly liked Dorne at all. Despite the constant complaing about snow, the Raven had become quite fond of the North, as well as its inhabitants. 

The North was where he was fed. 

The North was where it would all end. 

“CORN!”