Caw! ( But how do we that?) Caw! (Idiot, we follow their trace!)
The leader smelled the dried bones and the nearby land. In some seconds, its nose catches onto multiple scents. "So it wasn't a single dog but a group of it. And it seems like there are bitches too!"
Caw! The leader commanded the still evolving horde to smell the scents on the bones. Then it flapped its wings, chasing after the scent.
Following the command of their leader, the crows shouted in unison.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
The crows picked up on the smell of Feng's and his teammates. They flapped their wings and also reached up into the ghastly sky.
In the depth of nights, the army of black crows, each crow the size of a vulture, darted through the clouds of the same color. The flaps of their wings thundered among the cloud as if it was a warcry. The army was steered by the biggest crow who have learned how to speak in English.
