Sound of Pulling Heaven Down [B]

B didn't like seeing the wolf upset, she was too pretty to try and force a smile. The bird hopped over to her and whistled, jumping up on her black paws and rubbing his beak along her leg to comfort the beast. "No be sad Twig, pretty woof like you needs to smile and be happy. All woofs will be fine, B saw many woofs who not sick! It will go away, caw! B knows it will go away." He gently picked at her fur, preening her leg of sorts. It was the only way that he knew how to groom, and it was much a comfort thing for him so why not for her. Rubbing his black head on her leg he made more clicks and coos, wanting to soothe the pretty wolf.

Twig asked if B lived with other crows, and he shook his head. "B lives by himself. B likes to travel a lot, and other crows are boring and don't like talking to woofs. I like woofs, caw! I like this woof." He said softly, stretching his neck to look up at her purple gaze. He felt bad eating a rabbit now if it was for sick wolves, he should have saved it. "B has many nests, but B likes it with pretty Twig, caw! B will help Twig hunt any time." The crow didn't have too many friends, he liked to make fun of creatures and often got himself in trouble.