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.

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

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

The philosopher explained the raven paradox during the lecture on scientific confirmation.

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

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

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.