Earl had flown far from the ravens, trying to find some time for himself.
The large black raven landed heavily on a slender branch, though no more than a twig, it supported him like he was nothing but a shadow. He was, by principle, suspending himself in the air by sheer force of greatness alone.
His ever-wandering eye roved the landscape beneath him.
A gull was flapping his great pale wings faster than a strobe light; the sun, having penetrated the trees in this area, was reflecting off his wings making them a painful, brilliant shade of white.
The raven squinted, before giving up on the whole vision thing altogether, opening his ears to the many sounds of the forest. One in particular stood out. The gull was squawking most disgracefully.
"Have you ever thought to go to the ocean, where gulls like you belong?" He inquired politely. "That is, after all, their designated territory, certainly you wouldn't want to ahum..." Earl coughed quietly, "intrude on raven land."