Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ Archive

I walk out the door of the hut we call home. I lie down in the soft grass, wind blowing through my silky white fur as I watch the sun rise. The sky changes from a light grey to pink to orange to yellow to blue. The sun is up, it's a beautiful day, and breakfast will be ready soon. I stand and turn toward the hut, when something catches my eye. A notice, if you could call it that. It's tattered and dirty, and on is a message, scribbled in messy handwriting. Anwen was still teaching me to read human writing, and messy letters didn't make the job easier. When I was finally able to make something of the letters, it read something like this:

I know where who you are. I know where you live. I will find you

 And when I do, no one can save you. PS don't forget the crow. 

A thousand questions raced through my mind at once. Who did this? How did they get the information? And most of all, why did they want me?