You leave the hunting trail and head through the trees, trying not to feel like an unwanted stranger amongst allies of the fey you hunt. You worry you could spend a long time roaming around near blind through the unmarked wilderness, but then you hear the fluttering of wings up ahead and a raven with grey silver soars towards you, landing on a nearby branch.<br/><br/>Its beady eyes glimmering with an unusual intelligence it stare at you, then it extends a single wing perpendicular to the direction you are currently travelling in and craws. It obviously does not want you to continue, and so you do just that. Seeing this the raven takes to the wing Lelika reacts fast, dropping her sword and whip and drawing her short bow. Fast fingers produce an arrow and notch it, and the half-elf turns to face you as she draws the string. She is looking for guidance, but there is no time as in a moment the bird will be lost between the trees, and so she decides on her own in the space of a heart beat. The bowstring twangs and the bird suddenly falls, Lelika staring blankly at its still form, surprised she managed to make the shot.