The Swarm Descends. Jacob Grey

Caw towards the new ferals.

      The rats met the mice in a seething battle, bodies tipping over each other with horrible sounds and squeals as the rodents bit one another. Seeing that Mr Silk had disappeared, Caw took his chance and jumped over the scrapping mice and rats, launching himself at Pinkerton. She backed away, flapping her arms, until she tripped and landed on the ground. Caw brought the tip of the Crow’s Beak to her neck.

      “P-p-please …” she said. “Don’t kill me!”

      “Call off your rats!” he said.

      The nattering teeth and the screeching died down, leaving silence. “Pip?” Caw called out, looking behind him.