[WintersCatch]

the pure black wings of the raven glistened in the sun. the silver object on his foot clicked once before he moved it, making a small scraping sound. he ran his beak over a large feather on his wing. he wings open silently and he jumped off the branch he was perched on. he dived below a branch and looked up. the sun flicked threw a small opening in the trees and he flew up threw it. now out in the open he could see the forest went on forever, and ever. a cold wind blew him higher up. he sighed and let his wings lay still, gliding swiftly over the forest. this was going to be his first migration