Silver

+ He did not enter the place at firth, the rancid smell had driven him away before, but he had come back. Even though he was used to the stink by now, his sense of smell was almost overwhelmed, he had to rely on eyesight and hearing, neither of which would help him identify what was good and what was bad. +

+ He remained on the outskirts, carefully where he stepped and steering clear of anything that he could smell over the stench of the dump +

*Ravens*

A flock of ravens settle down many yards away from you. You can hear them cackle and caw in talk, and one raven hops over to a large haunch of meat, and takes a bite. The other ravens watch and wait. After nothing happens to the raven who ate some of the meat, the other huddle around it and begin to eat as well.

Silver

He spotted them, and barked savagely. He did not run, but picked his way carefully through the garbage, not stepping on anything. He finally made it, barking and growling venomously and snapping at the raven's heels

*Ravens*

The ravens exploded into the air, cackling angrily at Silver. They settled down, just out his reach, and watched. Their shiny black heads bobbed now and again, getting a better view of you. None showed ill signs after eating the meat, and there was allot of meat left; enough to fill a hungry wolf with some left over.