Considering the amount of animal sacrifice that are demanded of certain gods -- or so some humans were led to believe -- Ravine wouldn't put it past critters to be mindful around the gods. In her case, she is as much a force of nature as they are. All things die. Even they understand that.

She senses Atem even before he swoops down on her head. Her soft brown eyes lift upward, despite being unable to see the tiny falcon from this perspective. Ravine moves her hand overhead, offering her glove for Atem to perch upon instead.

"Oh, I would not be so certain of that. Not all greet ill omens in kind." Not that she views death as ill in all cases.