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"Rance. Hi." Could one be breathless when the speech was mind to mind? Rance settled his wings and straightened up, curiosity in every line of his body and the tilt of his head. There had been plenty of crows, he'd heard complaints about them from more than one farmer, but ravens had been strangely scarce. "Fuck, sorry, I... I didn't think there were any ravens around here. Especially not.. well...." He gestured with his beak between them, still awkward about naming what they were, despite having burst out with it only a moment before. The habit of hiding was far too ingrained for it to be easy.
