08-05-2018, 06:11 PM
The crow cawed a few trees away. What the heck. Why was this little pup beat up so much? Cry blinked a few times, tilting her head. Well. No feral was smart enough to wear bandages, let alone wash them. So. Duty called, she supposed. The Little Crow opened her wings, falling forward and gliding to land beside the dog. She tilted her head. Was he trying to drown himself? Having fun down there? She asked, a cocky, but tired smile, spread across her face.
"SPEECH"