08-04-2018, 10:37 AM
Life on the road was hard. That was just a fact. It is lonely, cold, dark, and you can't mess up. If you fail even once, there is no one to help pick you up.
The small crow watched Wendell slowly approach the border with a quiet huff. Here we go again. Random stranger shows up and gets instantly accepted into their weird little friendship cult or something. Someone had to be carrying a bomb or something one of these days. It wasn't even funny how dangerous that was.
But alas, she didn't make the rules, now did she? The crow opened her wings, leaning forward and gliding off the branch she was resting on, landing gracefully in front of Wendell. She blinked, ruffled and preened her wings before finally speaking. What do you want, kid?
"SPEECH"