The two ravens seem to protest our presence and taunt Snazzy into futile chase and then land and strut about in the sand to caw and taunt some more, between buzz bombing over his head to lead him on again. In their raven black covering and nevermore cawing in the pre-dawn eeriness they can seem as Lords of Darkness. Or perhaps it is just the subjective senses under the influence of the still lingering Halloween moon and the pumpkin sunsets.