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

caw does not bother moving away as the wolf, having clearly been found out, emerges from the brush, putting them what would be uncomfortably close if caw cared at all about the concept of giving someone space. he is dark enough that caw has some trouble picking him out from the brush while staring straight at him; so he keeps his gaze fixed on the gleam of yellow eyes that is the only thing he can really see.

whatever he says at first is lost among the noise of the wind, and caw blinks owlishly at him for a brief moment until he continues. at which point, if only for a brief moment, he breaks his gaze from the stranger's as his head swings around to try and point just where avis is. in the end he doesn't have to search for more than a second before her weight settles somewhere along his scruff.

"yes," caw says. "my friend." his tail sweeps in a brief, eager arc, eyes gleaming as he inspects the man. caw has long since lost the ability, if he ever had it, to act, well, anything approaching normal in company -- his unblinking gaze has the same sort of feel that one might expect a curious child to fix upon an insect before crushing it. he smells like other wolves -- in a very particular way -- which caw might be more interested in if not for his current fixation.

"you see?" he asks, canting his head in the direction of the sky. his eyes do not leave the stranger. "blood moon." he murmurs something quick in latin, and avis caws back a sharp answer. "is..." he struggles briefly with the word. "important for crows. sometimes wolves." he blinks, once. "is why you are here?"