Sequoia Coast on the boulevard of broken dreams

birdle!! thank you for starting

caiaphas paused when she heard a series of caws. she pressed her ears to the whipping cold, listening as the grating noise pounded into the sheared air. at first she thought it was bartok, but the baritone was different.. and bartok usually bellowed repetitive obscenities into the airs precluding his trademark garrulous yawp.

she was interested.. very much so.. and with a flick of her tail she was off down the beach with her little ears alert and muzzle turning this way and that way to find the noisemaker. it was not long before she spotted jack -- at first she thought it was another crow lost from ravensblood -- she would have passed him by were it not for the faintly colliding memory that she was certain she had met this bird before.

to her, most of them looked the same anyway -- she supposed the same could be said for wolves when viewed through a bird's black gaze. pulling up to him slowly, she tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her muzzle as she studied the bird's iridescent form.