Black Wings Prologue Prologue The sky was painted an orange like pink, for the sun was starting to rise. The trees stood holding the masses of snow that lie on their branches. The howl of a wolf was heard, as a signal to its pack of the new kill they made. This woke Trace of course, he watched his fellow flock members were still roosting at this time. He fluffed his feathers and flapped his wings ready to take flight. He shoot up in the air with amazing gracefulness. Trace enjoyed flying, more than any other raven. "I might as well get the flock a morning snack." he cawed softly. Trace flew East from the roost