Look I wrote something, let me share it with youuuu.
Hey so for some weird reason I had this idea of a story that was basically a raven falls in love with a wolf and so I rolled it around in my head and wrote this and in case anyone was missing my writing from the meme adventure I figured I would post it here. Especially since I haven't felt like sharing anything from my actual life. So here you go, I don't know if I will do anything else with it but um yeah.
There once was a raven who fell in love with a wolf, though everyone said their love was doomed. It was a time when the world was young and no one worked together and everyone fought for themselves. The raven was a young one and she sat on a tree in the dead of winter. Her flock was gone and she was left in the cold hungry. There was a deer carcass below her but it was frozen stiff and her beak and claws were not enough to get through the thick skin. She thought it silly to starve with a meal sitting right below her.
Then through the trees she saw him. A young grey wolf trudging through the snow, without even hesitating she flew to him.
“Wolf,” she called, landing high and safe in a tree, “up here.”
“Why do you call to me Raven?” he asked, “what business do you have with me?”
“Not far from here there is a deer buried and frozen in the snow,” answered the Raven, “share it with me and I will lead you to it.”
“Why should I share with you when I can just find it with my nose?” asked the Wolf.
“If you would like to waste your time sniffing in the cold,” shrugged the Raven, and turned her back him.
“Wait,” said the wolf, “show me this deer and I will share it with you.”
“On your honor as a wolf?” asked the raven.
“On your honor as a raven?” asked the wolf.
And the two shook on it. Well, they didn’t but they came to an agreement and the raven led the wolf to the deer. With two bites the wolf pierced the frozen hide and the raven fed greedily on the deer’s entrails. Not too greedily of course for she still had to fly and by the time the wolf had led his packmates to the meal she was well fed and gone.
It wasn’t until spring that the two met again. This time the wolf was in trouble. He had a thorn stuck in his paw and his jaws were too big to get a hold of it. The raven found him soaking in a stream to relieve the pain.
“Are you all right?” she asked, recognizing him as the one she struck a bargain with.
The wolf folded his paw under him, not wanting to be seen as an injured pup. But the raven had a bit of a soft spot in her.
“Let me see,” she said.
And reluctantly the wolf showed her this paw. With ease she pulled out the thorn and then flew off. The wolf thought she had gone to laugh at him to her friends but instead she brought back a plant that soothed the pain in his paw.
“Thank you,” said the wolf, “what do I owe you for this kindness?”
“Nothing,” said the raven, for she had already fallen in love with him.
She couldn’t explain what it was, his fluid grace when he ran, the way he stopped to talk to her in the forest or just the way the sunlight hit his fur while he sat in the stream. She loved him though and wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth.
After a few minutes the wolf got up and the raven followed him.
“Hoping for more meat?” asked the wolf.
“No,” said the raven, embarrassed and she flew up into the trees where he could not see her.
Throughout the spring and summer the wolf and the raven kept running into each other. One day the raven found a carcass and alerted the wolf and another they both enjoyed the same sunbeam in a meadow. They got to talking, the wolf about his pack and the raven about her scattered flock. They talked about the best way to stalk a deer and the majesty of moose which is best admired from a distance unless you have many friends at your back. The raven told the wolf about the plants of the forest and he told her of the joys of running under a full moon.
They stuck together through the autumn, the raven following the wolf back to his pack and sleeping in a tree right above him. One night when the moon was full the wolf woke the raven from a sound sleep.
“Raven,” he called softly, “come and run with us, under the silver glow of the moon.”
“I can’t see,” she replied, “it is too dark.”
“Then grab my fur, and I shall carry you through the night.”
The raven was so in love she would have followed him into the fire of the sun and back so carefully she flew down and landed on his shoulder.
“Hold on tight,” he whispered, and took off at an easy lope.
The raven dug her claws into his fur and spread out her wings for balance. After a few meters she got used to his loping gait and was able to enjoy the ride and admire the way the moon lit up everything in a silvery glow. She sat on his shoulder while he howled with his pack, a haunting song that drifted through the forest and was answered by a great horned owl and the squeak of bats.
The wolf weaved through the trees and together they stared up at the stars. Finally both tired they curled up and went to sleep, the raven still perched on the wolf’s back.
They never said the words “I love you” to each other, but after that night they were inseparable and even though the wolf found a mate and so did the raven they still spent their days together. His pups learned to listen to the calls of ravens and her chicks learned to view the wolves and helpers and friends. It is because of them that wolves and ravens now work together. Because a wolf fell in love with a raven even though everyone said their love was doomed.
There once was a raven who fell in love with a wolf, though everyone said their love was doomed. It was a time when the world was young and no one worked together and everyone fought for themselves. The raven was a young one and she sat on a tree in the dead of winter. Her flock was gone and she was left in the cold hungry. There was a deer carcass below her but it was frozen stiff and her beak and claws were not enough to get through the thick skin. She thought it silly to starve with a meal sitting right below her.
Then through the trees she saw him. A young grey wolf trudging through the snow, without even hesitating she flew to him.
“Wolf,” she called, landing high and safe in a tree, “up here.”
“Why do you call to me Raven?” he asked, “what business do you have with me?”
“Not far from here there is a deer buried and frozen in the snow,” answered the Raven, “share it with me and I will lead you to it.”
“Why should I share with you when I can just find it with my nose?” asked the Wolf.
“If you would like to waste your time sniffing in the cold,” shrugged the Raven, and turned her back him.
“Wait,” said the wolf, “show me this deer and I will share it with you.”
“On your honor as a wolf?” asked the raven.
“On your honor as a raven?” asked the wolf.
And the two shook on it. Well, they didn’t but they came to an agreement and the raven led the wolf to the deer. With two bites the wolf pierced the frozen hide and the raven fed greedily on the deer’s entrails. Not too greedily of course for she still had to fly and by the time the wolf had led his packmates to the meal she was well fed and gone.
It wasn’t until spring that the two met again. This time the wolf was in trouble. He had a thorn stuck in his paw and his jaws were too big to get a hold of it. The raven found him soaking in a stream to relieve the pain.
“Are you all right?” she asked, recognizing him as the one she struck a bargain with.
The wolf folded his paw under him, not wanting to be seen as an injured pup. But the raven had a bit of a soft spot in her.
“Let me see,” she said.
And reluctantly the wolf showed her this paw. With ease she pulled out the thorn and then flew off. The wolf thought she had gone to laugh at him to her friends but instead she brought back a plant that soothed the pain in his paw.
“Thank you,” said the wolf, “what do I owe you for this kindness?”
“Nothing,” said the raven, for she had already fallen in love with him.
She couldn’t explain what it was, his fluid grace when he ran, the way he stopped to talk to her in the forest or just the way the sunlight hit his fur while he sat in the stream. She loved him though and wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth.
After a few minutes the wolf got up and the raven followed him.
“Hoping for more meat?” asked the wolf.
“No,” said the raven, embarrassed and she flew up into the trees where he could not see her.
Throughout the spring and summer the wolf and the raven kept running into each other. One day the raven found a carcass and alerted the wolf and another they both enjoyed the same sunbeam in a meadow. They got to talking, the wolf about his pack and the raven about her scattered flock. They talked about the best way to stalk a deer and the majesty of moose which is best admired from a distance unless you have many friends at your back. The raven told the wolf about the plants of the forest and he told her of the joys of running under a full moon.
They stuck together through the autumn, the raven following the wolf back to his pack and sleeping in a tree right above him. One night when the moon was full the wolf woke the raven from a sound sleep.
“Raven,” he called softly, “come and run with us, under the silver glow of the moon.”
“I can’t see,” she replied, “it is too dark.”
“Then grab my fur, and I shall carry you through the night.”
The raven was so in love she would have followed him into the fire of the sun and back so carefully she flew down and landed on his shoulder.
“Hold on tight,” he whispered, and took off at an easy lope.
The raven dug her claws into his fur and spread out her wings for balance. After a few meters she got used to his loping gait and was able to enjoy the ride and admire the way the moon lit up everything in a silvery glow. She sat on his shoulder while he howled with his pack, a haunting song that drifted through the forest and was answered by a great horned owl and the squeak of bats.
The wolf weaved through the trees and together they stared up at the stars. Finally both tired they curled up and went to sleep, the raven still perched on the wolf’s back.
They never said the words “I love you” to each other, but after that night they were inseparable and even though the wolf found a mate and so did the raven they still spent their days together. His pups learned to listen to the calls of ravens and her chicks learned to view the wolves and helpers and friends. It is because of them that wolves and ravens now work together. Because a wolf fell in love with a raven even though everyone said their love was doomed.