Blackfeather Woods Reading between text

@Venamis

Not much got past the inquisitive boy. His job was to look after the woods for it in return cared for his Family with shadows. His birds too liked to stay close at hand. He had his own small murder that followed him frequently. He'd named him after some words he knew.

Altar, the oldest with a greyed head and one leg.
Stone, the boldest and most inquisitive.
Stick, for she always brought him one in return for food.
And Void, the one that was always close and led the boy to the other birds that had fallen to the forest floor, never to wake.

They glided overhead as the boy picked through the roots of the Redgrove. They were showing him something, but he wasn't yet sure. Maybe they just wanted to fly easier, so he picked up his pace to race them. He was looking up at them, not really looking where he was going for the time being.