Raven is still kneeling, head bent, eyes black and oddly unfocused.

He hears Coyote, though, and it is this that prompts him to look up.

It isn't gratitude that flashes across his face.

Nor is it welcome.

Instead there is something of wariness in it, but whether it is directed toward the vast storm of the Dark, or to the woman who approaches, perhaps even Raven himself is unsure.

Perhaps.