In a semi-grassy, forest-like plain, a majestic white wolf stood tall, its muscular limbs rippling beneath its sleek fur.
However, its coat was far from pristine, as dry, greenish blood stained its fur in patches, a testament to its recent battles. Its eyes gleamed with an eerie red light, as if illuminated from within.
A long, fluffy tail extended from its back, adorned with glittering ice crystals that refracted the sunlight.
Perched atop the wolf's back, a sleek black Raven sat proudly, its glossy feathers rustling gently in the breeze.
The bird's eyes shone with a fierce intelligence, its gaze surveying the surrounding landscape with an air of superiority.
Malakai kept walking, the Raven still perched on his back. "So, wait, you're saying Ravens are born without magical abilities and only get them after forming a bond? Does that mean you gained yours when we did... whatever we did?" Malakai asked, his voice curious.
