The wolf, the ram, the hart and the crow.

As the crow started to fly, both the ram and the hart quickly moved from the covered spot in which it can not see them. The wolf had been there enough time to realize something were awfully wrong.
As the crow realized this year's crop was kind of appealing, it decended wowards it. Both the ram and the hart stayed closer, as if they were looking to spend their time getting little pieces of amusement. Indeed they were. The wolf was kind of absent, checking the perimeter.
As the crow opened its wings and started to scrach itself, feeling something was getting closer, the wolf blured into the non-opened space. The ram started to walk as near as it could, and it standed between the crow and the wolf, and at the same time, between the crow and the hart.
At one side, there was a bloodthirsty animal, hidden and sneaking a way.
On the field, there was a flying bad omen who likes to stay quiet, watch and witness forecoming doom.
And behind it, there was a creature of peace who fights as dirty as it can while no one can see it.
And the ram just stayed there, in the middle of a triangle of quiet contemplation.

And the wolf started getting nearer, and the ram didnt move because it would have meant to return to hart' side or enter into the crow's ill-fated area.
And the hart started getting nearer , and the ram didnt move because it would have meant to enter the crow's ill-fated area or risk itself showing how much blood it indeed has into its veins.
And the crow started getting nearer, and the ram didnt move because it would have meant to return to hart' side or risk itself showing how much blood it indeed has into its veins.

But the hart didnot get close enough.
But the wolf wasnt hungry enough.

And the crow?
What did the crow do?