A crow was perched on a tree branch, preening his wings. Another landed beside him. "Hey, there,"
"Hey, Moss!"
"Have you heard about the missing chick, Magnolia?"
"What? That's horrible! Isn't she one of Minnow's brood?"
"No, but her family is close friends with them."
The other crow tilted his head. "Ah,"
"You know the worst thing about it?" Moss said, anger in her tone.
"What?" Her companion inquired.
"A raven took her!" Moss spat, "Those mud-feathered chick-stealers really crossed the line this time."
"How strange.. especially after the truce."
"It's not strange at all. They've always stolen our chicks; and did you really think the truce would be enough to curb their digusting nature?"
"Well.. no, I guess not, I just hoped..."
"Yeah, we all did. But nothing can change a beast's instincts, I suppose." Moss sighed, "I was just heading that way to join the search party. You coming?"
"Of course,"
Though they were hidden behind a wall of shrubs, Molly could hear their words drifting on the wind.