Shadow Diver (2)

Crouching, 

Raven was making his way 

Through the rows of huts. 

Cautious steps, 

A few. 

 Something was 

 Being stewed. 

Youngsters having a barbecue. 

 He had to crawl, 

 Sand and stone. 

 Sparks and ashes. 

Water? 

None. 

 "Watch out!" 

One. 

"He won't bite your head off." 

 Two. 

 Raven could blindside them, 

Fan the flames.