[he is completely unsurprised she steals a few feathers, and he briefly looks away to hide the fond smile that teases at his face. fortunately she gives him a reason to keep looking around and he squints into the sky.]

I don't know enough about them to tell how they react to dead friends. There is no point in playing the waiting game. You have their blood on you, if they want revenge they will find us anyway. Maybe we can have plausible deniability if we are far from the scene of the crime.

[there's probably more, regardless of whether they exist separately or connected to this trio, but it feels like a waste of time to stay put.]