Moonlight began to descend below the treeline as all signs of civilization began to rush away towards the horizon. They'll be hiding here, Moonlight thought. Far away from pigeon territory. She glanced back at Blizzard. The elderly pigeon seemed to have no problem keeping up. Well, we are pigeons after all. More skillful in flight than any of the other birds in the territories.
Before Blizzard could object, Moonlight leapt toward the throat of the nearest raven, who just happened to be Earl.
Earl tilted his eye toward the strange firey black-and-white pigeon before him. Her pink toes were outstretched with bristling metal spikes and her powerful wings were spread wide -better for beating you with.
Oh. I should probably assume an aggressive stance, his sleep-dulled brain thought numbly.
What a very rude awakening from my nap.
The pigeon was screeching right now, her clear white eyes filled with heat. (You have to understand that to ravens, pigeons sound very high pitched.)
"Three fugitives wanted for commiting treason are hiding somewhere in the Four Territories. They were last seen flying towards Raven territory. They were as follows: a cream pigeon female with muffed legs, a gull, and a burrowing owl." Moonlight thought that she was keeping herself poised and calm, but she got a bit yelly (excuse my lack of English knowledge) at times.
"No. I haven't seen them."
Earl's hackles rose higher and higher as the pigeon spoke, growing twice his considerable size. A lieutenant. I should kill her. I could be punished for this, but I should kill her. "But
how does that give you the rights to cross the Raven border?" He growled.