Crowsfeild had messed up. The number one rule was NEVER eat a crow. No, he was hungry. *too*, hungry. Anything he scavenged wouldn't last long.Those crows kept on mocking him. "Ignore them" A old friend once said, one long forgotten. Yet they kept on laughing, cackling even. It felt so good to sink into it's flesh. For just a little while, he felt safe. That is, until *she* arrived. "You have sinned, child of this world." The Crow mother was here. "You have outstayed your welcome, for I can see the blood on your not-claws." She suddenly began gushing out ichor from the place where her eyes should have been. "My poor little one. You know full well you have one of their wings, yet you choose to clip them? No, you clearly don't belong here."
