Big Salmon Lake Black wings over blue waters

Another raven fluttered over to Rook's branch. A younger male, like himself, though he could tell from the bird's body language that he hadn't come over to make friends.

"No we aren't playing a game, idiot."

"Well Sor-ry," Rook quipped sarcastically.

A commanding voice silenced the two young ravens. A third raven, an intimidating female alighted on the branch, sending the other male off with a sharp command. Then, she turned her attention to Rook.

"I'm Rook," he replied, realizing with a chill that this raven was missing one of her eyes. He wondered what had happened to her, but knew it'd be impolite to ask. "Just came over to see what you guys are up to."