It's night. It's Dark. The crows are invisible because they've closed their eyes. Then at three in the morning, the silence is broken. The crows are cawing, madly, loudly . . . It's a crow farewell to a great leader: obsidian is dead. But Saawri has a baby coming. She's had a dream: her baby might be white . . . Saawri Knows that crows don't like anything that's different. They peck a wounded friend to death. And how Saawri must ask: 'What happens when crows are white?'