Caw Caw!

The crow settled down when the wolf bowed to him, although calling himself the god of crows confused him. "God of crows? B doesn't remember voting for you, caw!" He said, his head bobbing from side to side in confusion. "King Krovus is too long for B, caw! B will call you Kro." After he said it, he realized that Kro sounded a lot like crow. "Oi! Kro is a crow! A woof crow!" He said, a cackling laughter making his beak clack together. This wolf was funny, but he liked him. He said that he just wanted to see his treasures, his shinies. B lowered his wings and hopped to the side, letting the wolf see the jewels that he held within. His yellow eyes were narrowed however, and he was quite ready to peck at Kro if he dared touch them.

B was very protective over his shinies, it was a rare thing to even let someone see them. "Kro is lucky, yes yes! Kro is the first woof-crow to see B's shinies. Many times collecting, caw! Many long flights to find them, and B got into some fights to get them!" His eyes narrowed further until he was looking out at the dark wolf with squinted eyes. "If woof-crow Kro takes one, B will attack! B has sharp beak and sharp claws, caw!" Pleased with his warning, he opened his wings and half hopped half glided onto Krovus's back, flapping his winging until he was balanced between his shoulder blades. There, now if he took something he couldn't run away! B has him trapped, so very trapped.