The storm passed, and Wolf and Raven left his cave. An understanding between the two creatures brokered a truce: Raven would not harass Wolf, and he would not try to eat her. This did not stop the occasional “prank” if such a word could define dropping mouse carcasses on sleeping heads or nipping at tail feathers.

Raven soared through Wolf's mountain home and pondered the possibility of showing Wolf her human form. Would he be confused? Hostile? Would he flee from her affliction? She flew down to the village she had visited weeks before in her lost thoughts, swooping down behind a tree to shift into a human. An unpleasant change later and Raven stepped from behind the tree, clothed in a soft robe, and strode to the village. Perhaps a walk would clear her thoughts.