Cry swooped down beside Jacob (as she grown very talented maneuvering with only one wing), her eyes blinking owlishly at the kitten. How pathetic. The creature could not even see. ... Yeah shut up she was a hypocrite. If she expected anyone to pick up someone's kid, it was Jacob. She sighed, turning her cloudy eyes up to the dog. You're going to keep the rugrat? She cawed, her voice hoarse and rough. She was not much of a speaker, only speaking one or two words at a time. She had no reason to trust anyone in this clan. They did not deserve her words.
The raven turned to the squirming bundle. It was... kinda gross. Is that what baby mammals looked like? ... Eugh. She preferred being a plant back home. At least she and her brother could stand up and walk from germination. Animals made things so complicated. Everything was a struggle with no answer. Cry tilted her head, blinking at the monster. Does it have a name?
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The raven turned to the squirming bundle. It was... kinda gross. Is that what baby mammals looked like? ... Eugh. She preferred being a plant back home. At least she and her brother could stand up and walk from germination. Animals made things so complicated. Everything was a struggle with no answer. Cry tilted her head, blinking at the monster. Does it have a name?
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