Tahk, Dhaw, & Krake

Against the dappled sunlight that fell through the canopy, the dark backs of three gray-billed rooks glistened in a sheen of blue and green. The largest amongst them - though only by a spare few centimeters - hopped across the ground with a length of jewelery clasped in his beak, the end of which trailed across the rocky shore of the river. The second rook was standing over a smooth rook, turning a wing out to preen the shiny black feathers, while the third was eyeing up the shiny metal the first was dragging about.

"I'm telling you, Krake..." Bird number two mumbled pointedly, talking through a bill full of feathers, "...this foolishness with treasures is going to get you killed one of these days." A little squatter in build than his comrades, this fellow had the distinction of one slate-blue eye, paled to such a degree that it looked like it had been splashed with milk, and entirely lacking in function.

"It hasn't killed me yet!" The one named Krake hopped into the air with a flutter of wings, tossing his head as he did so to make the necklace arch briefly skyward. He and the third rook watched the metal flash briefly in the rays of sun that it glided through, finding childish delight in this curious human artifact. "You like the shinies too, Tahk, you know you do."