“More mashed apples for me.” She shrugged, her voice lingering between a mix of white and black feathers, then she flew off with Sebian’s anoa in tow. I stared behind her unkindness, the black raven struggling to keep up with five white ones, and grinned at the sky. “I hope you saw that just now. I’m sure she pushed her toes beneath my calf a hundred times already while I was asleep. I’m glad that I was awake for it once, but brother, how did you handle it? Her toes are bitterly cold.”
