It's night. It's Dark. The crows are invisible because they've closed their eyes.
Then at three in the morning, the silence is broken.
The crows are cawing, madly, loudly . . .
It's a crow farewell to a great leader: obsidian is dead.
But Saawri has a baby coming. She's had a dream: her baby might be white . . .
Saawri Knows that crows don't like anything that's different. They peck a wounded friend to death.
And how Saawri must ask: 'What happens when crows are white?'
