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Corbin's feathers fluffed up in indignation to the white raven's remarks. "Vulture?! Why I never!" he remarked, turning away from the female avian and turning his beak up in the air. "Master Artorias, I strongly suggest we leave this... this... I don't even have the words!" His feathers ruffled again in agitation, half-contemplating going to find the pups' parents to tell them they were being harassed by a strange bird. The bigger one with one eye would certainly not take too kindly to that.

Artorias watched the white raven as she fluttered down to land before them, complimenting how adorable they were, then focusing in on Gwyn. He didn't feel any threat from the raven, despite Corbin's verbal protests, but as she walked closer to his sister, Artorias naturally took on a defensive edge, just in case. When she took to the air and landed on Gwyn's back, Artorias' head turned subtly towards his wooden sword, just in case, but when Eilwen introduced herself and settled in, the boy began to relax again. "Uh, better make sure it's okay with Mom and Mama first, Gwyn," advised Artorias. "And you—" He turned to Corbin on his back. ""—don't be jealous, okay?" Corbin huffed and shot a venomous glare at Eilwen, but otherwise made no further protest.