A large crow looking bird trots up to the farm, and holds out a sign "Dear DeBukes. Clearly, you need prodigals. All the cool holds are getting some, and Rivervale is ahead of you. But pffah.. wolves are so last year. Give us a 'fair' share of corn (We'll lt you know when we're full) and we are yours..oh ditch that fascist inaminae in the second hand clothes too... but otherwise we will be happy to be your shifter buddies.- Signed, Corax" and it flies off.