Twig would watch the bird walk hop over to her, his close proximity an odd comfort as she pushed away thoughts of loss and death. He would nuzzle her in a bird like manner, and her smile would easily turn genuine at the action. His words were also a comfort, the green plumed crow would tell her matter of factly that the wolves would be okay. She had to believe it was true, there was nothing else for her to do but hope. "I hope you are right, B" her smile would brighten as he picked at her fur. Twig would feel her heart melt at the gesture, and her muzzle would fall to his back. A gentle nudge would be given to the bird, a motion of thanks. He would go on, telling her of his living arrangement. He was all alone. Slate backed ears would fall to her skull as his bright gaze looked up to her. Did crows normally live alone? Or was he special in that regard too? B would go on to tell her of his many nests, but also how much he liked her. Twig's smile would grow a bit brighter, "Twig likes B too." she would giggle, "I'll gladly hunt with you again B." she would nod, affirming her decision much like the crow would. "But, we should get going. I'm sure the ill ones will be getting hungry." she would smile again, waiting for him to take a perch on her back.?
