Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

"Yeah. I sure did." She agreed, her mind drifting off to memories of family and friends and family friends. Jackdaw Cry, Tear Drip, River Rush, Shadow Eve, Pine Fall, Shade Noon, Sharp Fang, Spirit Full, Grey Skull.... There were many she knew so well... And now they had all split up because of one factor. Oh, how she hated the crows. She glanced up, pulled away from her memories, realizing he was beginning to talk again. "Oh, that's okay. I didn't think you were calling me old. I am not a child anymore, but I'm not old yet. At least, I hope I'm not old yet..." She chuckled. She hadn't felt offended. The man before her looking younger than her though. Probably about a year old. Well, she was two years, and she was pretty sure she could live for like, eight years. Therefore she was only a fourth into her life, still pretty young.