Raven's face seemed to turn sour, and he looked away. "It was for the best, the poor beast wasn't going to get any better. Better to end its suffering now..." he thought to himself. With a "fwip" noise, he put his jacket back on now that Ivan had removed it and put his gauntlets back on. Walking over to the fire and sitting down next to it, Raven pondered on how to make further progress north.