There was a rattling sound from the birds. After a moment, it becomes apparent that it is laughter.
"...no more a spirit... than yourself... Moto..."The same crow twitches again, its neck bending at an unnatural angle as the others continue to whisper.
"... a gift... to welcome you... home...The twitching crow doubles over, making weak, coughing sounds as it starts to wretch up something from the depths of its rotting body. The other crows barely spare it a glance.
"... tomorrow night... return... if you understand..."The twitching crow heaves one last time, allowing the trinket to fall from its beak and land in the darkened grass at the target's base. Without further hesitation, the birds take to the skies, circling upwards in an ever-widening spiral.