Vigils Keep's caches weren't doing so well. First it had been coyotes, now it was crows. A whole lot of them, like a black swarm, pecking and tearing apart few reserves they had left. What next? Would the wolves of Driftwood Surge stomp over and empty them out again? Angels above, he hoped not.
By the time Elias rushed onto the scene the damage had already been done. He bared his teeth and lunged at them, hoping to spook them into flight, but they merely hopped out of reach and squawked to one another. As though they were laughing, mocking him. Wasn't it so funny? They'd eaten all his food and Elias couldn't do a thing about it, ha hahahah!
More than that, it appeared as though they weren't finished, that they still had room for more. Heck! He kicked off into a sprint as he hurried towards the next cache, which was closer to the treeline, beside one of the many stone walls. How many had they torn through? Could they be stopped? Heck heck heck!
Skidding to a stop, Elias watched as the murder of crows squabbled and feasted. If he didn't do something they'd be eaten out of house and home.
"That's enough!" He demanded, his voice stern and taut. A far cry from his usual, soft manner of speaking.