"Ooh, look at that onyx flock of birds go!" Margot squealed.
“No doubt it’s a murder," Carrie commented blankly.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"A murder of crows," she explained. "They're called that because of the tendency of the flock to kill a dying member."
"That's kind of harsh," Luke said. "Let me guess, Wikipedia?"
"PBS actually," Carrie replied. "Sacrifice for the greater good and all that."
Margot shook her head. "Carebear, can't you ever just enjoy the beauty of nature instead of analyzing it?"
Carrie shrugged then nodded to a clearing. "Speaking of analyzing things, look to the right."
"I don't see anything."
"Sorry, I meant my right, your left."
"No worries!" Margot turned the other way. "Oh that's priceless!" A fiery red reynard and two vixens eyed the group of humans curiously.
"So, Madame Encyclopedia, would you call that a pack?" Luke asked.
Carrie bit her lip. "Actually foxes don't always travel in packs. I'd call that a family."
"I guess family is what you make it." Margot grabbed Luke and Carrie's hands. "Either way, I think it's beautiful."