The Murkrow gave an annoyed eyetwitch as he sat unmoving in the grass in the middle of a thick, dense forest. His crew... what the hell happened to his crew!? Had they all gone so soon?

Skah scoffed(or as much as a scoff as a bird could give) and fluttered his wings, looking from side to side, beady eyes catching on each and every shadow that moved as the wind blew through the shady forest.

Finally, moments(loong moments) later, another smaller Murkrow bounced out of the bushes. "Boss!"

Skah looked to her, blinking. "...Yes?"

"Everyone... dissapeared. They said... they didn't want to go like others had been taken... too risk-"

"F-" Skah turned to curse, to take his anger out at the smaller bird, but found that she had gone.

"Well." He spoke in human tongue, walking about, wings flittering. "This is just great... Things couldn't get any worse..."
Of course. Things always could...