Crows

Huginn: They are much like us. Our common ancestor was the Thunderbird.

Muninn: Yes, but I remember that they are the ones who were charred as they flew too close to the sun.

H: Was that not legend only?

M: Truth, or memory. Jays are naughty children, rooks are earnest assassins, but crows — crows are the cowards and bullies who aim at greater things than themselves. And of course, we are legends.

H: (dubiously) Are we legends? Or are we myths?

M: Both, and more. But watch the crows: they are carriers of ill tidings.