Never had lived in this camp for several caras. He has not yet had time to get used to the noise and a bunch of other creatures around, he tries to avoid interactions, but not with his friends... In normal times, he is engaged in crops, which he organized himself, because he loved plants and did not want to continue lying idle outside the dream dimension. Now the raven preferred to rest for a while, away from everyone, under a canopy on the hay and some kind of blanket that barely resembled a nest. In his wings and claws, he held a book, this time a real one, trying to distract himself from the noise around him and finally read a real book, not an imitation with blank pages.