Meadowlark Prairie waiting on LA to come find me and be forgiven

The raven snatched up the first piece of meat greedily; it was gone in mere moments. She listened as Qiao told her of the mushrooms and the dying trees. When the stone and pelt was offered, she took it up in her beak, then squawked around it, "I will return soon."

Belladonna took flight, the wind carrying her fast and far; she spotted the trees and circled lower. Here and there were mushrooms, but the raven was careful. She fluttered to the ground, deposited her parcel, then took up the stone in her beak carefully. She used it to carve the mushrooms from the trees, going slowly so as to not use her beak on accident, and then placed them carefully in the pelt. It took her maybe ten minutes, and then she was soaring back to Qiao; she let the parcel drop at the wolf's paws, then the raven, too, came fluttering down.

"I can do more than collect morels - I could be a second set of eyes and ears. No one pays any mind to the birds." She clicked her beak expectantly, turning her sharp purple eye on Qiao. "Interested?"