The raven is sometimes known as “the wolf-bird.” Ravens, like many other animals, scavenge at wolf kills, but there’s more to it than that. Both wolves and ravens have the ability to form social attachments and they seem to have evolved over many years to form these attachments with each other, to both species’ benefit.
There are a couple of theories as to why wolves and ravens end up at the same carcasses. One is that because ravens can fly, they are better at finding carcasses than wolves are. But they can’t get to the food once they get there, because they can’t open up the carcass. So they’ll make a lot of noise, and then wolves will come and use their sharp teeth and strong jaws to make the food accessible not just to themselves, but also to the ravens.
Ravens have also been observed circling a sick elk or moose and calling out, possibly alerting wolves to an easy kill. The other theory is that ravens respond to the howls of wolves preparing to hunt (and, for that matter, to human hunters shooting guns). They find out where the wolves are going and following. Both theories may be correct.
Wolves and ravens also play. A raven will sneak up behind a wolf and yank its tail and the wolf will play back. Ravens sometimes respond to wolf howls with calls of their own, resulting in a concert of howls and calls.
I got my tattoo done today. It took about two hours, I am actually very pleased with it, know this doesn’t really fit my blog, but thought I’d share it with you all. Don’t laugh at my big muscles okay, thanx bye.
So.. exquisitely alluring
it might just be me, but doesn’t the World of Warcraft: Mists of Pandaria poster on the wall just add to the awesomeness/sexiness of this picture.
Ive just made this tumblr because one night while i should have been writing an essay i was contemplating if it would be possible to follow every single person on tumblr. wow. thats a lot of people. will it be possible? im gonna find out. please reblog this and spread the word.
if i see a plus next to your name i will click it no questions asked. please help me on my journey.
You know, looking back on it, my childhood was pretty fucking decent. not because i was a popular kid or because i had friends or shit like that, because i didn’t have any of that when i was a kid. But you know what else i didn’t have? This stupid “depression” that just keeps showing its ugly face. When i was a kid, i was bullied, used, stolen from by “friends”, teased, rejected, outcast, but in all honesty that was all fine because when i was a kid i didn’t give a fuck. I just lived every day being a kid and enjoying it because why the fuck not. But now…jesus, now, i have to be careful and watch out for, not other people, but my own damn self. I have to be careful not to take negative measures to ease my depression, i have to live every day trying to not let it be my last. I don’t have to worry about other people or bullies, that shit i can handle, but i have to watch out for myself. Most people try to hope that tomorrow is a better day, but i’m always afraid. I’m afraid that tomorrow is going to be my last day. I’m afraid that tomorrow might hold something so bad that i can’t bare it anymore. I guess that might explain why i don’t sleep enough, i guess i try to keep it today as long as i possibly can in my head, because i’m still alive today. and thats a good thing…right? right?