For the better part of two months, you have become acquainted with a crow. At first, you were concerned as to why dead game was being brought into your property. Having assumed it was because of poachers, or similar. You had set up a few cameras, but to your surprise they wouldn't catch any video of humans. It was then that you started to recognize the occasional black feathers that are caught on camera as a crow's.

From what you had heard online, it was possible to become friends with a crow. So, when the avian left a dead rabbit on a tree stump a little ways from the treeline of your backyard did you make a move. Having replaced it with a tiny rabbit plush.

When you decided to check up on it the next day, it was gone.

Thus beginning your little trading cycle with the crow. It was small things at first. A pretty looking rock, or rarely small game. It wasn't until the second month did you start to see larger things near the trading sight. Bigger carcasses that a crow wouldn't be able to carry at all. Which had begun to concern you. What were you making contact with?

It wasn't until you were given the hide of a decently large wolf did you start to slowly stop. If whatever it was could easily hunt a wolf, what could it do to a human—had been your thought process. Slowly separating yourself from it until you finally stopped completely a week later.

By the time that you had ceased any and all connection, it was already too late.