Frait aftermath

Frait got the fuck out of there after the fight didn't go his way. Confused, not seeing very well, (stay safe! Be smart, fly conservative! he told himself)

Frait retreated the couple miles or so to the far edge of the clearing, and landed on top of a very tall pine.

He couldn't help himself, and gave loud distress calls that somehow, in some way, other ravens knew that it was his shit bubbling up, and his shit alone.

What? he thought... I'm not to help them understand what it takes?

But he himself didn't have what it takes, at least today he hadn't.

A couple more distress calls poured out of him. Sure would be nice if these calls would go away, he thought. Wish I could stop them.

He jumped back into the air and flew straight up. Up. Up. And up.

Catching a thermal, he floated. At least no one would hear him up here.

He looked down. The tree was so amazing. It was the first thing you looked at.

I have to figure this out, he thought.