Moonlight felt the damp chill in her feathers as well, but reasoned that flight would at least remove some of the moisture. She fluttered back down and preened a little oil into her feathers, preparing for what could be a long flight. “I guess I’ll let you sleep a little longer. Since you’re technically my elder,” she muttered mostly to herself. Admittedly she didn’t want to go anywhere else either.
She decided to scout her surroundings, and found herself studying Blizzard instead.
I’m starting to wonder what General One-Toe sees in him, she thought, watching the gentle rise and fall of the diminutive pigeons chest.
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Earl raised his head and spread his wings, quickly locating a dead mouse to eat. Just lying there, not a speck of blood. Very strange.
Earl pondered how many of his meals came to be dead, and this may have lead him to have a darker soul. Or maybe not. Nonetheless ravens were superior to their puny crow look-alikes.
He dug in, ripping with his heavy beak.