The White Crow hummed to herself as she walked around the now-overrun-with-white-crows city park, waiting for Whiptail to come and foil her plans. It was inevitable, anyways.

Her crows suddenly heard a sound coming from the bushes and cawed.

Oh, what have my pretties found-?

She whistled a bit, causing her crows to caw repeatedly at the bushes. Where you were.

They’re not stopping until you come out, dearie.