Quote:hmmm. A crow seems to be under the impression that you understand what it's saying.
Stretched out in the sun with his eyes barely cracked open, the boy was enjoying the way the warmth radiated back from the rocks and into his flank. A sleepy yawn curled his tongue and toes bent back in an attempted stretch as he rolled his body over, belly exposed to the clouds overhead. He didn’t have the worries or the sadness the bigger wolves seemed to have. He had his siblings, and he was fed. There was little to rain on his parade.
An ear flicked at the sound of rustling feathers. Armand had figured out already there wasn’t much point to chasing after the birbs because they would just fly away from him, but the clicking of small nails scraping against the rocky expanse was somewhat more unexpected. He opened his muddy eyes, the puppy blue starting to change to something more earthy, and rolled the top of his skull against the rocky slab to try and catch sight of his new companion.
The black bird’s head tilted to try and match his own and the boy rolled quickly to protect his delicate belly and rest up on his elbows. His tail gave an uncertain wave as a worried sound left his chest, caught somewhere between a whine and a growl. The (very large) bird hopped towards him and the boy scooted back, a worried bark warning the birb to stay back! but didn’t seem interested at all.