"But that doesn't make sense. Aren't they... chickens.... too?" Raven asked. A flashback crossed her mind. A small d'Anver chick with a ridiculously enormous head. She spied on a Wild Fowl hen, gingerly tending to her chicks, unaware of the hen watching her. A cobra comes into view. Awestruck, Raven could do nothing but watch as the brave hen ruffled her feathers and sacrificed her life for her chicks, perhaps in vain. They got eaten by the snake, and sent Raven crying to her mother. Her mother warned her not to go near the Wild Fowl. "Maybe they are.... misunderstood," Raven whispered. For she had a secret to hide of her own.Huckleberry sighed, and her head drooped, making her look much older than she actually was. She looked up at Raven, but her eyes weren't angry, just sad. "You're wrong. The Wild Fowl attack only at night, or when our guard is down. They usually don't even kill their victim in our camp. They'll take the chicken, still alive and screeching, and rush away into the undergrowth. We always follow them though, even if we know it's no use. Sometimes we find the body the next day, torn to shreds." she shuddered, but continued on, "So, the entire flock is trained to run at night, for long periods of time. We have been successful, once before. A year ago, the Wild Fowl raided our camp, taking our only three chicks. As we chased them desperately through the dark undergrowth, they dropped one, and we were able to save him." she nodded to Comet, who was uneasily watching the ground below. "That's him, but he didn't come out of that unscathed. He is blind in one eye."