Great Bear Wilderness BFW: Angel in blue jeans

The birds must have been mad with some disease. It was the only explanation for them attacking predators many times their own size. Viggo was quick to come to Ptarmigan's side when she quickly slew one of the black birds, and he picked up the creature to save for later. No use in wasting a good meal. If the birds thought to come after it, they would only sacrifice more of their kind.

Shaking his head, dead raven still between his jaws, he exchanged a look of bewilderment with Ptarmigan as they departed the scene. Now this would be quite the story to tell someday. If anybody dared to believe him, of course.