Porcupine Ridge my family’s gone, but i don’t care because i love them

caw nods agreeably.

“yes! be careful!” he chirps. he is still not really sure how scary these saints are, even after their meeting! but they were rude to the queen and that is all the judgment he needs.

it probably also means he should leave too, but the sun is still high and it is hot and he has been walking all day, so even if he does not have a new acquaintance to talk to, he stays put.

he blinks after cupid for a few moments longer. but she seems a bit brisk so this probably means she is able to handle herself. and she is also not a faerie so caw is not overly concerned. flipping back over onto his belly, he tilts his muzzle up to the clouds, yipping until vrána comes down to land beside him and starts furiously rearranging the feathers now angled awkwardly throughout his scruff.