Ravensblood Forest your life's a dimestore novel

There was no way to quantify the time spent laying there once he was alone. There was a bird calling overhead—a hawk or something, likely scouring the area for napping songbirds—and a while after those calls died, he coud hear a flurry of activity (like the beating of wings) as a pair of ravens landed a few meters away. They might've been watching everything from afar but, seeing as Screech was still alive, they waited patiently.

He might've drifted to sleep at some point too, but when that flurry caught in his ears again and the scent of wolf surrounded him, Screech was suddenly alert and afraid. He startled when he heard a voice and turned to counter it with a set of bared fangs, thinking it was the masked man from before—but no, this was someone else. Two someones.

The question posed finally registered in his mind and Screech sighed, relaxing his face. Without answering with words he tried to lift himself to his feet and staggered, but did not fall. He glanced from one wolf to the next, licked his lips and said, you aren't gonna eat me too, are you?

That might've been a joke had he not looked so utterly pathetic.