Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

she blinked, and then laughed, short and clipped. "liar!" she wasn't sure if he was stupid, or deluded, but the fact of the matter was that she didn't believe him one bit. she was not unaware of the fact that the ravens and crows of Blackfeather were not exactly normal, and definitely not like the other birds that seemed to avoid the wood. they were smart, they listened, and sometimes they seemed to try and communicate. 

she was glad she hadn't fulfilled her end of the bargain, as it seemed he certainly had not fulfilled his.