“That’s a raven,” Eagle Flies commented as a black bird soared overhead, his hand reaching out to gently graze your arm as he spoke. “You can tell because of how big it is. A crow would be a lot smaller.”

You were both lazing in a field, side-by-side as you watched the clouds, but mainly whatever avian would fly past as the hours dragged on in primarily comforting silence. It was flower-filled, so occasionally a petal would break off and flutter across you both.