Tuktu Hinterlands spades&diamonds

rush of wings above his head and then weight between his shoulder blades. it shifted, talons settling into the callouses there. the raven did not pause in his actions, slim muzzle folding the herbs carefully into the maw of the rabbit, using a weather-smoothed branch to force them further down the creature's esophagus. when his maneuvering was complete did he shift the creature into a shallow grave, covering it loosely as if some attempt had been made to cache it.

something guttural, harsh against slim boyish features, slipped from his maw, and the crow atop his spine shifted once more. wings moved smoothly against its body and yet it remained in place, and the raven turned back on the rabbit and moved through the trees, making for a replica of the first he'd placed near the edge of a wood.