Thunder roared, and rain fell more harshly than the falls that guarded Wolf's cave and Raven trembled on her perch as the cold wracked her slim frame. The storm had blown in unexpectedly, and she had not the time to fortify her nest or hoard food. And while the pain of hunger would not end her life, Raven worried that the wolf below would succumb to his baser instincts and hunt her as neither had left the cave in days.

Wolf watched Raven with steady eyes, and she was beginning to believe he did not sleep, so intense his vigil. She cawed weakly at him as he rose from his nest and again more frantically as he walked towards the falls and the storm outside. But Wolf did not heed her calls and slipped through the rushing stream of water.

Raven glided from her perch and landed on the cold floor, hopping closer to the wall of water. The darkness and water, from the falls and storm, made it impossible to see Wolf's sturdy shape. She hopped indecisively for a few more moments before diving to the side as Wolf barreled back into the cave, dragging a great stag by the neck.

Ferociously Wolf gorged himself on the stag's flesh, eating until he was full. Then Wolf moved to his nest, laid down, and began to clean his bloody fur. Raven eyed the docile Wolf before hopping to the still warm stag's half-eaten form. While she wouldn't starve, it still wasn't a pleasant experience and Raven sought to rectify it immediately.