It always seemed to end up like this. She moved, people found her, she killed, people went looking for her, she moved again, repeat. It was getting tiresome, and yet, she was lively as ever.
A clear night, a full moon, the forest was alive with activity, just beyond sight. It was in the ground, in the trees, and in the predatory thoughts and eyes of Ravens. She skulked around silently through the branches, hoping to find a meal for the evening.
Ravens wasn't entirely sure herself if she needed to eat; certainly she had the desire to consume living things, but actually feeling hunger, or feeling weak for lack of food? She couldn't recall the sensation. Still, she wanted to sink her teeth into something that would bleed. Something big. Something... Someone...
It was only a matter of time until she heard a meal wander foolishly in her territory, and everything within sight or earshot was her territory, after all.