Ankyra Sound this that war, this that bloodline.

She seemed positively shocked by the events unfolding, that another species could speak! Perhaps she was young, Arsène had observed wolves who appeared to be fully grown at first glance, but further inspection demonstrated that they were still simply inexperienced youths in an awkward adult body. Had she never sought to communicate with another creature before that was not a fellow canine?

At her prompting him to talk again, the crow simply clicked his beak before scraping each side of it against the log he was standing on. "Arsène can say many things."

With a flap of his wings he leapt from his perch, striding towards the girl and stopping before her. "And do many things, too." With that he lurched forward, attempting to nip her toe before scuttling backwards with wings outspread, cackling.