It had been a fairly good day. After finding the jeep, the crow had gone off to look for the possible remains of a city near by. As it turned out, the wilderness spread out endlessly in all directions. There was not even a hint of a ruin in sight. For Persiana, it had still been a good day, though. She had found the car, a very big shiny thing. Usually she found nothing, especially in Africa. The only problem with her find was that she had no idea how she was ever going to carry it to her stash. She'd probably have to tear it apart somehow and carry it back in pieces. She was only a bird, though, she couldn't possible do that...Could she? Persiana made an arch in the sky as she turned around to go back to her original find. It was late afternoon, and it was time she got back. With her one blind eye, flying in the dark was never a very smart thing to do. The plains were a golden brown and in the distance they turned hazy as the sun met them. A dark green splotch in the sea of gold was obvious, and she was glad that no one had stolen it. It was a precious antique to her. A prize. Her relief, however, as she neared the vehicle, turned into outrage when she saw the lion cub stretched out in the back.
"OUT!" her shriek of rage sounded clearly across the plains on that lazy afternoon. The caw was so loud the water buffaloes and gazelles lifted their heads to see what the commotion was.
"THIS IS MINE! MINE! UNDERSTAND YOU LAZY CAT? GET OUT!" The crow winged around the car so she was closer. When she was about ten feet away, she flew upwards and tilted her body down. Tucking her wings in, Persiana let out a mad, raucous CAW! CAW! CAW!, dive bombing the small lion. She hit with an impact so hard her beak skimmed part of the skin on the cub's back. As soon as she had, she flapped her white wings and promptly landed on the top of the seat. She stared down at the intruder with one penetrating yellow eye, and one filmy grey one.

Persiana continued to glower at the cub. There were really only two expressions a bird could truly pull off. Those expressions consisted of Good Mood expression and Bad Mood expression. There really isn't a noticeable change in features, it's just that crows seem to be gifted with some special aura that surpasses body language. Next time you see a crow, you'll know what I'm talking about. However, right now Persiana had on her face a most menacing aura surrounding her. She seemed to even be trying to show it facially, just so the cub wouldn't get confused. Crows were hard to read. She pointed her beak downwards and thingyed her head to the side so that she was staring with just one bright, beady, sickly yellow eye.
"Your den?" The cackling laugh came out of her beak almost too quickly. The bird shook her head at the lion, making a soft stssk, stssk, stssk sound in the back of her throat. "Den!" she exclaimed suddenly and quite incredulously, "My shine! This is an ancient artifact that needs to be preserved! Not," she glanced with distaste at the front seat where the cub had ripped up the cushion, "Torn apart."
Then an idea came to her head. It was a perfect one. This cub was obviously stubborn. To stubborn to see what was right before its eyes. The little lioness could help take the metal off the car. It was a marvelous idea bound to work! So, Persiana tried to talk to Sy again, but this time in a softer cawing voice. Why could crows never sound gentle?
"Dear, Lion, this is not a den. You and I both know that. I actually happen to know a quite splendid den that would fit a big lion like you perfectly. If you help me, I'll tell you where this excellent den is." In the process of speaking, the jet black crow had managed to lean close to the lion's face. As soon as she finished speaking, though, her head immediately jerked back to it's original position.

"Now, there's a helpful lion!" the crow let out a sigh, which sounded more like a hiss. Again, crows seemed incapable of making nice, gentle sounds. Maybe that's why her kind were always depicted as tricky, vile, and evil. Well, some of these descriptions were true. However, this wasn't the point at the moment.
"If this stays out very much longer it will get even more rusty than it already is. I have a place where I keep all my precious dazzling material." she explained, "My only problem with this is that it seems that I cannot carry this much in my talons and beak. Therefore I believe the only way to get it back is to take it apart," she paused a moment, distracted by something in the sky. It was more than a few seconds before she finally continued again, "I obviously cannot do this by myself. I need your help to get this in pieces and get it to where I want it."
The crow hopped to the edge of the seat, spread her wings and leaped into the sky. She pushed her wings down, and started a slow circle around the car. From this new position, she spoke once again.
"I will help as best as I can, but it will be mostly up to you. It is old, and it shouldn't be too hard, though. Of course, nothing would be hard to you, right?" the crow laughed. She had picked up on how to flatter Syla, "You're a strong lioness!"
Persiana looked over the car, feeling immense pride at her good luck. Then something caught her eye. She wheeled around towards it, beginning another dive. She flew through the front drivers window, and out the passengers. A shiny, small, jingly thing was gripped tightly in black talons.
"Seeing as you're going to help me, I will introduce myself. You may call me Persiana," she introduced herself, making a grand bow."And what may I call you?"

((AH! I'M SO SORRY! =headdesk=))

"Yes! Let's start immediately!" The crow chirped, seeming very cheerful all of a sudden and much less menacing than she'd seemed before. Maybe she wasn't all that bad. Maybe. Persiana swooped down and landed on the ground. She hopped over to the front tire and examined it with a critical eye. "These must go." she snapped without even looking at Syla. "I suggest ripping them with your claws. Get to work!" She flew upwards and flew to the group of water buffaloes. So far away, the cub probably couldn't hear what the bird was saying. However, any typical animal who was watching could easily tell that she was trying to persuade them. Soon, it seemed it had been a success, and the great hoofed animals were thundering over to the jeep. About ten feet from the vehicle, Persiana flapped a white wing and they stopped. By herself, she winged her way to Syla.
"I have gotten these most noble creatures," she glanced at the water buffaloes, who could hear them. They seemed happy with this reference to them, "To help us. They will ram this thing and bump into it to shake it up a little. This will make it easier for us to take apart."