Big Salmon Lake Black wings over blue waters

Rook observed two of the ravens swooping down to lift a fish, attracted to the surface by the drowning bugs, clear out of the water.

"Wow, that's awesome," he said, clearly impressed. He'd never seen ravens actually catching fish before. "Us ravens may not have big teeth or claws, but we're way smarter than these dimwitted creatures."

"Do you belong to a conspiracy, or are you a loner?"

"Nah, I don't belong anywhere right now," he replied. "Well, I have some friends around somewhere, but we're not a conspiracy or anything." In fact, it had been a while since Rook had been part of anything. He'd been on his own almost as soon as he was strong enough to fly on his own.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name."