Northstar Vale And I tried to do the best that I could

he had been napping in the boughs of some tree or other, snoring at length for an hour or three, when a cacophony of cackling made him thrust open his wings and sit upright.

a murder of crows was in the process of descending to neighboring trees.

the violent awakening earned a less than flattering reply from the vulture. not too much, though. never wise to piss off a horde of many little beaks.

he launched from the tree after that, coasting high over a meadow flanked by stone - and saw, roaming in the grass, one of the many wolves to call the area their own.