Shy Deer Steppes to be honest you're kind of a goddess

As the crow rushed the wolf, he turned with a swiftness that belied his large size, but snapping jaws failed to find purchase. Arsène let out a hoarse laugh as he swerved skywards, away from the dangerous teeth of the man, before beginning to circle lazily above him.

"Poor flightless boy," he teased, clicking his beak. "What is he looking for?"