Stuffing pecked deeper into a forgotten pillow, aged and yellowed from its time outside, she knew that its insides would still make excellent insulation in their nest.

With a beak full the small Corax took to the skies to find her pack of Garou. They too were setting up a temporary campsite. However, they used tents and blankets to sleep on. Silly. They could have just stayed as wolves and slept in the woods as their cousins did. Oh well.

Stuffing made up her small nest and looked down at the fire blazing, enamored with the shine that their cups and forks gave off as they each ate and drank the night away. Talking about their plans, Stuffing made her notes and filed them in her mind to retell to the next Corax she saw.

She was a good Corax. She rarely took things that weren’t hers. She always told the truth when she was supposed to. She didn’t share secrets except with the other secret keepers. She scouted and reported and delivered messages. She is what she does and she loves it.

As the Garou fell asleep she too fell to the dreaming world. She dreamt of honey, with all manner of shiny things within its grasp. She could see coins and cups and weapons dripping down in front of her. Down into a deep hole with a bottom that could not be seen. She stared down and she noticed that no longer were there coins and shiny things falling within the honey, but little birds. Little birds like her.

She jolted awake. Shuddering off the cold dew that had formed around her.

The camp grew awake slowly. The one in charge barked orders and went over the plan for the day. Again Stuffing took note, ready to recite the mission when needed. As the sun rose higher she flew up above to scout for the Garou.

A few hours of flapping and she saw a small grouping of ravens playing forward. 4 Corax came into view, all chirping with joy. They flocked together and shared the news.

The largest Corax named Where’r’you offered to take over for the pack Stuffing had been traveling with. Stuffing wanted to stay and play with their new friends and agreed. Where’r’you left to continue scouting and the small flock of 4 continued on.

Traveling to the city was the plan to deliver the news of things to the Warders of Man. It was a fun fly, lots of falling and barreling. However, for Stuffing the fun was losing way to a loud ringing in their ears.

She paused, looking down towards a cave. An odd opening. Stuffing knew where it went by instinct. She could hear the flap and caw of her kind within the ringing down below her. She looked up and saw her new friends peering back at her. Chirping at her to follow. They couldn’t hear the ringing.

She looked down and her curiosity took hold of her body. She dove down, following the caws and flapping into the umbra. Following the call that only they heard, Stuffing was not seen from again.