Ronno was sitting in the snow to one side, but now he jumped up. “I don’t know what that is ...,” he mumbled and looked all around.
Everyone paid attention. “What what is ...?” they all asked.
“I don’t really know,” Ronno repeated, “but I’m worried ... all of a sudden I’m worried. It’s as if there were something wrong ...”
Karus had tested the air. “I can’t smell anything odd,” he declared.
They all stood there, listening, and testing the air. “Nothing!,” “I can’t smell anything ...,” they all said, one after the other.
“But still!” Ronno persisted. “You can say what you like ... but there is something wrong ...”
“The crows have been calling ...” said Marena.
“They’re calling again now!” added Faline quickly, but by now the others had heard them too.
“Look, that’s them, flying!,” Karus pointed out to the others.
Everyone looked up. Above the tops of the trees, crows were flying away in swarms. They came inwards from the outermost edge of the woods, from wherever it was that the danger was approaching, and spoke anxiously to each other up there. It was clear that there was an exceptional disturbance of some sort.