As Raven flew through the air, the terrible keen rent the air in twain. Boundless it echoed, terrifying the wildlife of the range but for Raven, it spoke to something deep within her, a loss without compare.

So advancing with caution, Raven flew to its source. A quiet lake fed by a waterfall surrounded on all side by trees. It was from that waterfall that Raven heard the howls and curious she flew ever closer to that wall of water. With her sharp eyes, she spotted a crevice below, so trusting her senses, she dove through the torrent of water.