Blackbird and Terrence wandered between the skeletons for a long time. Once in a while he'd stop, and add something to his satchel. Blackbird didn't spite him these items. After all their owners had been dead for longer than memory could even stretch. Plus, she needed his help down here.
The drifted from one grouping of bones to another, the skeletal crows sometimes bursting into air in their faces. Blackbird came to expect it, bracing herself just in time, as dry, dusty feathers brush...