it's been a long time coming

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

The raven deftly dodged the swatting hand and cawed again, another jesting laugh. He could have stayed aloft for days, but it would be difficult to get any hunting done as a bird. Reluctantly, Korbin dropped down and shifted, still in mid air. Landing on light feet in the snow, he straightened up and casually adjusted his clothes. All innocense, like he'd done nothing.

"Alright. Gotta be careful though, they've been more active than usual lately, you know that." He went to retrieve his gear, the backpack and weapons he'd left with Noah. Shouldering the pack, he kept his bow in hand as he started off along the trail, one arrow carried in hand while the rest remained in the quiver. "Any news from Zek? He's been gone for a while now."

Korbin wasn't thrilled about continuing. His last encounter with a cannibal was too fresh in mind, the feeling of a man dying by his hand still reverberating in his very bones. But he would keep going, if not for his own sake then because he knew there were others who needed the meat. Noah's family, others too. And the Kraai was devouring resources too, more so than he'd expected.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.