"Mama! Mama look!" Your half-crow son, Ravvy exclaims, bursting into your cottage and tugging at your skirt, "Come look at this new trick I learned!" he exclaims, grinning.

Just after Ravvy was born, your mate was murdered by hunters, leaving you to raise him alone, and away from society where he would've been shunned. He was a good boy, but he got into trouble a lot...