Raven's Watch your memories wrapped within paper and twine

i love benry so much and it hurts me to not feed him.......

vrána notices him first. he is very busy sorting things and arranging them just so, and suddenly she digs her claws into his scruff and yanks. caw yelps, snapping at the air to demonstrate his displeasure. he has not done anything wrong! and she knows what it is they are here for. 

abandoning his artful intestine-based decor, he whirls around to glare at her, and is immediately distracted by the very big cat approaching.

he sniffs at the air curiously, ears back, but this is not virtute. vrána shrieks, wings flapping as she tugs at him like she is trying to pull him backwards. it stings but it is not so bad, and he grumbles a little but resists her, lips wrinkling up and over his bloody teeth. 

"ní féidir linn imeacht!" he protests, wiggling against her grip, and then goes very still when the big cat speaks.

it is in a very weird way, too. he is not so sure it even sounds like english, though he is no master. but he thinks he can understand most of it, maybe, and what he hears he does not particularly like.

this is his offering! he cannot let it be disturbed by cats! 

"food not for cats! not good for you to be here. ravens not like offering being taken. you go." his scruff bristles black-and-white, pulling the feathers with it as he circles around in front of his little altar and lifts the plume of his tail above his back. vrána crows in protest, and though he very much is not looking forward to defending his offering against such a big cat and also against her tugging at him, his ruby gaze remains wide and fascinated. he can't quite resist the question. "...what is birb?"