At the bottom of the wall, Phil walks along the side. He sighs, shifting his wings comfortable as the wind rustles through his feathers. The sun began to set beneath the trees, painting the sky in soft pink hues. He smiles, laughing slightly as a few of the crows from his flock land on his shoulders and bucket hat. "Looks like the weather's going to be nice tomorrow," He mumbled lightly speaking to no one in particular. The evening was calm, a breath of fresh air from the chaos of this island