The Murkrow were all quite young, a little smaller than fully grown. Some ook interest in Manaka, following her with dark eyes, while others were more interested in the other members of the flock, or Darkness, or even Walter. One thing they all shared in common was that they were immaculate in appearance, feathers preened and some dusted with glitter over their wings, belly or head.

Three opted to flutter down in front of Manaka, still watching her curiously. One began to preen itself, as if to make sure it was looking it's best. One puffed itself up to look as big as possible. The last swayed on the spot, tail feathers shaking from side to side.
"Trainer?" The swaying one asked.
"Trainer! Trainer!" The puffy one insisted, hopping from side to side excitedly.

The birds on Walter eagerly repeated the phrase and soon the flock was noisy caw'ing to each other, throwing in 'Trainer!' as they talked to themselves. Darkness seemed very proud of this development while Walter simply put up with it. He actually seemed very calm, surrounded by the Murkrows.