Mudminnow River Eridanus

no, no, too round. this one's too long. she'd slaughter me if i gave her that! too grey. too-

the raven fussed with his slowly growing pile, oblivious to the observer.

could be less solid in color. why's this one red? too round, again, too- KRAK!!

yonder croaked and hopped back with flap of wings as if he'd just been the victim of a violent stabbing. his head swung and overshot the culprit several times, his eyes aimed too high- on about the seventh pass, he spotted it.

a weasel. he assumed. its head was low to the ground, and brown. with big earskin and black-tipped beak and oh father wind that's a wolf.

yonder went very, very still. if i don't move, it can't see me, he said to himself, standing starkly black against frost-tipped reeds.