// you've got a passion in those eyes //
It isn't the croaking of meat! and eyes! that Asta will hear as he scoops him up into the crook of his arm, but a short, keening chatter that cuts off the moment he's readjusted. With his talons tucked up and his feathers impossibly ruffled, the gore crow is a most pathetic example of his species as the butcher steels himself for the walk to come.
Danta wishes he might say something, but without the Attuned bond (and given that the sound he'd emitted at being picked up wasn't something he'd even done on purpose), he settles as best he's able, tucking his beak into the tiny space at the bend of Asta's elbow, as if to hide his face. At least they'll make good time like this, he considers, already trembling with the pain in his form as he waits inevitably for the Infirmary.
Danta wishes he might say something, but without the Attuned bond (and given that the sound he'd emitted at being picked up wasn't something he'd even done on purpose), he settles as best he's able, tucking his beak into the tiny space at the bend of Asta's elbow, as if to hide his face. At least they'll make good time like this, he considers, already trembling with the pain in his form as he waits inevitably for the Infirmary.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
