Rook

The rook landed on the tree branch, and darted its head from side to side, looking for food. Humans meant food, and given there had been many humans here, the rook was sure there would be food.

But there was no human food, at least not any human food he was used to. There were, however, many piles of meat that smelt acceptable, and so the rook flew down and began to tear off strips of dead human. A near-dead human lay nearby, waving a stick at the rook and singing something. The rook ate.

Gomyan The Wizard flew away