Big Salmon Lake Sharknado

Using the ravens and crows as NPCs and will refer to a few of them by name.

While she had the urge to return back to Blackfeather, Potema thought that it was her duty to find a stable food source for the pack before they dared relocate. Lusa and her pups must be in shock, and she did not know who else was injured or sick. They needed to regain their strength.
 
It was a blessing, then, when the ravens and crows began taking flight, a large number of them heading northwest. From the few days she spent with them, listening to them talk, she began to understand a few calls and commands, with the help of the wolf-speaking members of the flocks, of course. She was a fast learner, and took off after the dark cloud, her belly rumbling as she recognized the call: Food! Food!

They were going to a small lake, west of the ever familiar Greatwater, the name of she did not know. She had not journeyed west much in her lifetime, always focusing her eyes north. The smell of rotting fish hit her first, a pungent, revolting smell to her, but to the corvids, it was a feast. As the lake entered her view, she could already see black figures diving to the nearly dried up lake, tearing apart the rotting fish that lay on the outline of the lake's former shores. From the look of the grass she had passed on her way here, she could only say that the funnel made its way here, sucking up the water as it went. What a sight that might have been.

She walked towards the remains of the lake, her nose wrinkling at the smell, her single eye observing the state of the water. Brackish at best, but water it was. It would fill her up until she found a proper kill.