a light upon the river's gloom | open, wt?, crow demonstrations

[BLOODHOUND.]

They had not completed their weekly task. What they had done, was lay in their home during the day, idly training their birds, practising. They'd had every intention, of going out and completeing it, to show how smart their companions were, their willingness to learn, but. They days had slipped away, with the heat and their mourning. And the nights were full of their hunting, their offerings to the Allfather,  offerings to those that still remained here. Breaking into Caustic's home to find it empty and bare, save for cages in the basement and a broken machine.

They were heading outside more and more, as of late now, a few crows quick to follow. Perhaps they were looking out for them. Perhaps it was the Allfather, acknowledging their aching heart.

Whatever it was, they appreciated it.

The arctic wolf headed to the town square, purpose in their steps. They waved one of the crows over with their tail, the dark bird landing upon their shoulder.

"I am going to be displaying the capabilities of my corvid companions, here. All are free to gather, and watch, if you wish."

It wasn't much of an announcement, but they'd hope it would draw a crowd.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.