Big Salmon Lake Black wings over blue waters

A lone raven winged his way across a clear blue sky, chuckling quietly to himself as he flew. Rook was feeling pretty satisfied with himself after his latest meal at a fox's expense. The clever corvid had secretly observed the fox burying freshly killed prey, a young rabbit, beneath the leaf litter on the forest floor. After the fluffy hunter left the area, Rook swooped in and dug the food up, leaving only bones and tufts of fur behind for the unfortunate fox. "I only wish I could see the look on the dumb beast's face when he finds out!" He thought aloud.

Now Rook was on his way to cool off at the lake. Raiding caches was hard work, after all, and Rook felt he deserved a refreshing bath in the cool water.

As the lake came into view, Rook noticed a large group of his fellow ravens congregating in the trees along the shoreline. Although all ravens look pretty much the same, he could tell the birds were all strangers to him. He approached them confidently, perching in a tree nearby and observing them with curiosity. They seemed to be tossing bugs into the water.

"How odd," he thought. "Why are they throwing perfectly good food in the water?"

"Hey there," he cawed out to the group, hoping they'd take notice of him and let him in on their fun. "Is this some sort of game?"