*Crow*

A small crow had perched herself on the bough of a catalpa tree, and was busy making a nuisance of herself by squawking and caring on in a grating voice, "Caw, caw, CAWW! Caw cccaw" She really wasn't saying anything, just making a lot of noise, and for no good reason at that.

Saydin

When your pregnant, you have a short temper. When your Saydin, that temper gets increased ten fold. She snapped at nearly everyone, her fur always bristling and her lips curled into a sneer. She felt as though she were useless around here, being fat and waddly and slow. A low growl entered her throat as the sound of a crow was heard. And it just kept going. And going. And going. Hackles raised, the alphess made her ways towards the crow looking up into the tree. Will you SHUT UP?! Roared Saydin. She was ready to eat the damned bird. If she could just get to it.

VALIAN

I’M THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED
The crows incessant cawing had also irked Saydin’s other half just as much as her...well maybe not quite as much in her pregnant state. She was much bigger than she had been for their last litter, which made him think they would be having more than three pups like she had in previous pregnancy. He approached quietly, languidly, and gently ran his muzzle over her back in a vain attempt to soothe her. He could sense her hatred of being so encumbered by the pups. “Hush, my love. They will be born soon enough,” he whispered to her, in his toxically alluring voice. Then, he turned to the crow, and all that affection and dangerously affectionate energy spiked, causing his eyes to narrow harshly, and his voice was a hissing warning. “I suggest you be quiet, crow, or I’ll make you be quiet.”
IN YOUR CLOSET IN YOUR HEAD

VALIAN
SHE ATE MY HEART; saydin
BORN OF THE BLACKNESS; avian, dawn, hostile, jackal, morrigan, kinshasa, niea, venom, apathy, avarice, belial, envy, lust, vanity, wrath
THEY SHARE MY BLOOD; cortinarri, isias, sayre, starscream
THEY ATE MY BRAIN; sedge creek

*Crow*

The raucous noise quieted down when Saydin entered the scene and snarled her displeasure at the ebony bird. The crow, for her part, cocked her head and looked down at the alpha, noticing immediately how swollen her belly was. She also noted how ferocious the female was - intimidating indeed, though the crow knew she had nothing to fear so long as she stayed in the trees. "Alpha of the Sedge Creek lands. Where would be your... ah, there he is." She bobbed her head and sounded not the least bit perturbed by the less than friendly 'greeting' she got from Valian now, not that her noisy racket deserved a cheerful response from anyone. It did, however, get the crow what she was looking for. "Now that I have your audience, I have a question to ask of you." Daringly, the dark bird dropped down to a smaller branch, putting herself a mere leap away from either of their hungry jaws. "I have some information that you might be interested in, but.. I'd like you to do something for me first." Now this was certainly an odd thing for the crow to say, and it was up to the alphas to decide whether the crow might actually have worthwhile information for them, or whether, like so many of her kind, the intelligent bird was simply bored and looking to have some fun at their expense.

Saydin

Her fur remained ruffled as her mate appeared on the scene, but her snarling quieted nearly immediatly. Saydin stared at the bird through narrowed eyes watching her carefully. Little daring crow, she came a bit closer and Saydin felt the urge to leap up and snap the little birdy in two. But, as soon as she started shifting her body weight she remembered.... She couldn't jump to save her life at the moment. A low growl crept into her throat once more. What is it your wanting, little crow? Her voice was sickly sweet, her eyes burning bright.

VALIAN

Valian’s fierce yellow eyes never left the dark bird as she flitted down to a lower branch and tried to draw them into her little game. Crows were fickle creatures whose crafty ways made them the faces of lies and tricks. The alpha male studied her carefully, the monster regarding his prey with an eerily respectful curiosity. They would play along for now, what harm could listening to her bring about? Valian’s silence added his agreement to Saydin’s words; they would amuse this little bird for now.

*Crow*

The way she was being watched would have made anyone nervous, but if the crow was at all scared by the way their wolvish eyes were watching her, she was a master at disguising it. "The first thing I need is the white fur of a moose. Ah, I'm sure you know of a white moose that lives in the Scar?" It was a very odd request, to say the least, not to mention a rather dangerous one, considering that the moose were powerful creatures, and the Scar itself was a tainted land of sickness and death. "If you can get me a great bundle of his fur - with no blood on it - I will tell you a secret that will be very advantageous to you in the coming months."

Saydin

Her yellow eyes narrowed a bit. I'll stay in touch with you, little crow. Was all she said to the little bird. She gave a slight nod of her head to her mate, a signal for him to follow her. She walked away with as much grace and dignity as she could muster in her current state. Avalanche. She knew the white moose that lived there. Or at least. She knew of him. An anti-social creature he was. How to get the fur without blood? Ugh. Was she seriously considering this? It's not like she could do anything. If they were to get the fur, it would have to be Valian and whoever else he took with him that got the fur. Not her. Never her. A slight pang started in her stomach. The pups would be here soon, within the next day or two. What do you think, Valian? Humor the bird and get it? Even if the information is faulty.... It gets some of the youngsters out and makes them work together. Working as a pack.

VALIAN

He said no more to the bird, regarding the inky winged creature with a cold stare. He turned as his mate did, and followed her silently, wondering how on earth they were supposed to bring her the fur of the moose without blood. He glanced at her momentarily, his mate, his Saydin. She would not be able to follow him where he went, not when their latest litter were to be born soon. No, he would have to take this task upon himself. He would need to take some of the pack: they would need to be cunning, clever, and deadly.

"The pack needs something to do, and the younger members can practice their battle skills for the fighting I know will be not far off. Even if the bird is toying with us, killing that moose will be an achievement in itself, and we can keep the fur for your den, my dear."

*Crow*

The dark avian roused her feathers in a contented manner, puffing herself up, then flattened them back down. "Remember, no blood!" Her voice crackled loudly to follow after the pair as they began to move away from her. "And no tricks, I can smell the blood even if you try to wash it off!" That was the crow's final warning to the pair, calling them out if they decided they might try to cheat. As they moved further away, she moved higher up into the tree, to wait patiently for their return.