Mudminnow River Eridanus

An amused look crossed Esma's expression, when the big, black bird first got scared, then noticed, who was looking at him and decided to pretend that he was not there. This was a game she too had played on many occasions during her childhood. Imagining herself being invisible to the others. And over time she had learned to disappear in the Riverclan's territory so well that no one really knew, where she was, until she decided to make her presence known. 

"Do you talk?" Esma asked, wondering, if this midnight-black feathered fellow was a messenger of gods. Maybe a bird impersonation of one of the bear gods. How cool would that be?