Blackfeather Woods murder frisbee with hyacinthus & apollo: a cautionary tale about dating greek gods

    Rowan tilted his crown to his co-leader. He himself didn't seem very sure of themselves, but that was just how it was gonna be.

"Hell yeah," he grinned. Oh that was easy he did that all the time with the other Blackfeather kids. 
And he only knew one way to do this hanging out business. 
"Let's play a game or something." He grinned, thinking for a moment. The albino crow fluttered into view. Bastard. 

"Tug of war?" There'd be a gppd stick somewhere around here for that.