Crow

Nobody knows where Crow came from or what she wants, only that she doesn't appear to be leaving any time soon. She appeared at the Longwing's gates in the dead of night, huddled under the splintered trunk of a fallen tree with nothing but a name. She was cold and hungry, and the clan took pity on her and let her stay the night. The next day came, and still Crow stayed, weaving excuse after excuse until the clan no longer questioned her presence.

The clan has a love-hate relationship with Crow; her slick, devil-may-care attitude is one to be either loved or hated. She always carries a pair of black, misshapen dice and a pack of cards. Stranger or not, she'll bond with anyone over a game - though she usually ends up making more enemies than friends. It wouldn't be unfounded to think that she's not as lucky as she claims. She puts on a show, but many dragons suspect that her dice are weighted.

Her interests extend to preposterous dares and bets - whether someone will be able to best a wild beast, whether someone can steal a harpie's mask. So far, nobody's been hurt by these deals since most of the time they're brushed off as being unnecessarily dangerous, but every now and again she'll take it upon herself to prove that she can get away with something.