"We've never shot anything alive before," came from Wes, a little defensive and a lot guilty, even though there wasn't anything necessarily accusing in the girl's statement.

Tony, finding nothing but an ordinary crow, no different from unfortunate roadkill, lost his interest in poking at it and stood, dropping his stick. "And we won't do it again," he added, a reassurance for his brother rather than the girl, stepping back to his twin and gripping Wes's shoulder briefly.

Wes sighed out a deep breath, running a hand over his hair, a nervous kind of gesture that ended with giving his ponytail a tug before he dropped his hand again. "But we didn't imagine that? They really had extra legs?"