By the time the raven-messenger finally arrived, the battle's outcome had already been decided.

At dawn, the raven-messengers circled the ruined keep, carrying word of the approaching storm.

The shipwright chose raven's duck for the ship's topsail because its weave resisted tearing in gale-force winds.

A school of sea ravens darted between the kelp forests at dawn.

While sorting the day's catch, the marine biologist was surprised to find a sea raven among the trawl's haul.

Icelandic ravens circled the fishing village at dawn, their croaks blending with the spray of the sea.

The raven-haired librarian quietly shelved the ancient books, her glossy locks catching the afternoon light.

At dusk, the night-ravens circled the abandoned lighthouse like shadows searching for a place to rest.

The northern ravens circled above the icy cliffs as the fishermen prepared their nets.

On foggy mornings, common ravens gathered on the cliff and watched the ocean.