Shrike’s expression would soften as he saw Finch. It had been far too long since the boy last interacted with his lovely sister. He was about to give her a loving nuzzle when he felt the bit of pressure on his skull as the finch flopped onto it. He would lift his head back slightly, eyes turning up to see what had suddenly decided to perch on him. So it seemed that his sister knew this little creature? It was apparently a friend of Finch, but more than that Shrike didn’t know at the moment. Definitely sounded like a bird though.
“I see you’ve made a new friend!” Shrike would say happily. Sure he wasn’t content with the fact the bird had settled on his head. “Do I get a name, or am I just to be referred to as your brother?” He would tease Finch lightly, his voice soft. “...and what of you, little feathers? Have a good name?” He’d ask, trying to look up between his ears once more.
