The raven landed in the high branch of a dying hickory tree, folding his wings neatly against his side. "The fence line is filled with brambles; more than you could ever hope to eat!" Kraai said, looking to the fence along the opposite side of the yard, "The humans seem to like them just as much, but there's always plenty to be picked." Then his beady eyes fell to a pole in the yard, near the porch. At the end of the pole hung a strange box with clear sides on it. Little slits were open near the bottom of the box, and from these, seeds spilled out. "And there are your seeds. Freshly picked by the humans for your liking." He gave a short laugh, enjoying this aspect of the two-leggers.

The cardinal had followed close behind to raven, excited to finally be getting some good food in his stomach. He landed gently in the same tree, and looked down upon the yard. "This is fantastic! It's like every bird's dream, I bet!" he exclaimed lightly, eyes flickering over the brambles and then the seeds. He chuckled and flapped, gliding down safely to the brambles, "Let's chow down," he stated quickly as he landed in the bushes and began to pluck some of berries it contained. "Delicious!" he then stated, eating them with a quick beak and then swallowing them just as fast. One after the other he plucked, enjoying the taste.

"Kraii!" hissed a voice from below. A dark silver wolf stood below his mass held low so that none could see him except from above. Cutter had -tried- to help Kraai once before but had been run off by massive dogs. He looked up at the large raven hoping that he remembered him. Cutter needed friends outside of the pack. Otherwise he had no one when his pack abandoned him.

Kraai landed percariously in the brambles, his larger weight causing the stalks to bow and move. After a bit of fumbling around, he managed to get his dark claws clutched around a larger stalk, but not before getting a few of the curved thorns poking at his feathers and legs. "Right now, I envy your small size..." The raven paused as he lost his balance and had to scramble to get a new footing in the thorny plants while avoiding getting poked, "Ah, there we go." Finally settled, he jabbed at the nearest cluster of berries, relishing in the rich flavor they had.

A movement caught his attention and his feathers slicked down in fear, "Ca-" Before he called the alarm, he recognized the movement for what it really was; a wolf. Not a cat. And just as quickly, he recognized it as Cutter, "Well hello there, Cutter. Like some berries?" He knew some wolves like the sweet taste of berries, although their coyote cousins had more of the sweet-tooth.

He smiled at Kraai and cocked his head to the side. "Berries?" The wolf had never tried a berry before. He had never even heard the word actually. "I think I will have one of your...Berries Kraai. Whose your friend?" He asked the raven casually. He was large for his breed but that did not hamper his great speed and agility. He was a great asset to many but no one dared give the silent cunning wolf a chance.

"Good then!" Kraai cawed back, stabbing his bill forward to pluck another berry, then aimed it for Cutter's muzzle and let it fall. "Oh, this is... uh, well I don't believe I caught your name!" He announced with a laugh, looking to Retti. "I brought him to the Valley's personal catering house. Plenty of food for us birds, although they don't always like my kind hanging around... or yours for that matter." He joked, looking to the wolf again. "So, what have you been up too? If you ever need any help with anything, you know you can count on me."