Mount Apikuni these things that you're after, they can't be controlled

@Barracuda

when the sun rises caw is already awake, staring wide-eyed at the sky.
 
his fur is stiff and matted with dried blood, as is common, and the sensation is not entirely pleasant, but whether a feeling is good or bad is not something that has ever really bothered caw – in the end it is a feeling and that is good enough for him, even though when avis finally arrives from her hunting she grumbles about it as her weight settles on his back. the touch of her claws is familiar as she grooms the scattered feathers threaded into caw’s scruff with careful sweeps of her beak.
 
he lets her because he is perfectly aware that she does not put up with complaints, and because he is still distracted by the curve of the moon, still shimmering with a faint, eerie red where it meets the deep early-morning blue of the sky. it was a long walk up the mountain when he caught it in the twilight, and now even though he is more than a little exhausted, from the trek and a sleepless night, his ears flick eagerly.

"videsne id?" he demands, wiggling with barely-restrained excitement as he cranes his head around to peer at the crow on his back, tongue lolling from between parted jaws. his raw-blood eyes gleam against the ink-black of his muzzle. he does not wait for her affirmative chirp, instead spinning back around to continue peering at the object in question. 

he has heard the stories of the red skies before, of course, from his family, from the crows. it is another thing entirely to see them himself.