Muninn was putting twigs and leaves onto the smoldering fire, attempting to coax flames from it once again. He was fanning the fire with one of his wings when Briggita finally sat herself up.
"Oh, stop. I'll do it." She said groggily as she poked the fire with a stick. He continued to add kindling until small flames began to spring from the pit again.
"Well, now what?" She asked as she set her stick down. "We're just going to put it out as soon as I get myself together."
"Naw!" He crowed, flying over to the edge of the stream.
She followed and saw two large fish laying on the bank, both still alive.
"Did you catch these?" She asked, with much disbelief in her voice.
He puffed himself up and walked back to the fire.
"I suppose you did." She said as she hit the first fish with a rock, killing it.
She found that her head had cleared once she had finished eating. She gazed at Muninn, wondering how this mysterious raven not only caught the fish but knew exactly what she had needed.
He noticed her looking, cocked his head and gazed right back.
She believed he knew more than she had thought. That this was a smarter raven than most, for in his gaze she saw wisdom and understanding.
"Perhaps you should be leading this journey after all." She said, and with that he jumped onto the over hang and said, "Nawh!"
"All right, I'll get everything together." She said as she got up and began to gather her things together.
"Nawh!" He crowed as he took off in the direction of the village.
"I may have no idea how he found me, but I am happy that he did" She thought to herself as she threw dirt on the fire. She looked off into the distance, watching him fly away, she never considered turning around and leaving her guide. For something about all of this felt right, somehow.
And as the last embers of flame flickered out she began following her strange, new friend.
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