Blackfeather Woods We're listenin to "Fast Car"

Rowan was spending time, calling the crows to him.
Well, he was making his own sounds and they were attracted to the food, not him. Yet. He associated his Mother's words of feeding for food, so he was merely applying the concept. By making the soft chirping noise, they would understand it was him and he wanted them here and he'd take them to food.

He recognised their alarm call and lifted his head as the sentinal called out, causing some to fly up. He didn't know if the ones who stayed to feed on the regurgitated food were stupid or brave.
Even so, he should be wary. What if it were the beastie? He stood, defiant by the murder, searching for the danger.
There, a glimpse. Not big enough to be the silvered one, but he wondered if it were the rude girl. If so, she could suck it because she'd see his crows here. Maybe they'd even come if he called them.

"Who's there!?" He called out, staring at the glimpses of paleness through the trees.