For I am the Raven:
I can hunt forcefully like the Lion, or scavenge like the Vulture, my instincts dictate the need. I can hunt with others for mutual gain, but I’m best when I soar alone.
I don’t travel in a pack like the Wolf, although I admire their methods. I watch them from a distance, learning their ways.
Perched, I keep a watchful eye. Some see me as unassuming, some see me as vindictive, but I just take from the Earth what she gives me.
Cloaked in Black, hidden in the twilight, I watch the world, it’s peaceful, yet complex. I’m perched under the moon until the night passes. The howls of the wolves tell me it’s morning, and I must soar another day, for I am the Raven.