While I pondered, weak and weary,

Krakarak

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If there was one thing the dark bird was not above, it was playing up sympathy if he could get it. Krakarak let out a pitiful groan, louder than before. As if he hurt to his very marrow. "Krakarak hurt everywhere. Krak! His whole body in pain!" As if he'd just suffered a grievous wound and he wasn't just sore from running himself into the ceiling and falling.

He spread his wings out, allowing the young wolf to have a better look at himself. Although, he made a great show of wincing, as if every movement filled him with horrible pain. He was totally in so much pain... and not just trying to get the other two creatures to feel bad for him. Oh no, never that.

"Ya, ya! Krakarak miss the old life. Krak! But he miss the old-old life! Not new-old life! Krak! New-old life was a shit! And what ultimately led him to having to leave. So that he could keep his head firmly on his shoulders. Thank you very much. He liked this kid. He knew when to offer help, when to save someone's life, and when to call a raven's life choices appropriately "cool".

He narrowed one eye and cocked his head, making a great show of studying the yearling. "You gots them! So you gots to use them! Krakaw! Maybe take lots of practice. Wolves not meant to fly! Krak! So need more learning than birds." He considered himself an expert on the subject and figured he was imparting his "wisdom" to a younger future flier. He felt like he could do that much since the wolf had tamed the polar bear for him and kept him from being eaten.

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quoth the raven