Badb was bored. Nothing of interest seemed to happen in these mountains which homed her flock, but that was probably due to the fact it was because of that; no one ventured into these parts in fear of what might happen, not waiting or desiring any interaction with herself or her sisters. Thus Babd concluded she'd have to venture south if she was to discover something of interest. She desired blood, not to be spilt by her own talons but to witness battle second hand, she admired those able to handle themselves in such situations, but her own personal strengths lay else where. She stretched out her wings, the inky black feathers blocked out the sunlight from above and cast a large black menacing shadow across the pin needle strewn ground below her talons. She looked skywards and with effortless force she beat her wings and took to the air.
