KORBIN
The trilling call did make the raven start. Its dark head snapped up as beady blue eyes searched for the source, and when it sighted the griffon all the feathers seemed to double in volume. Swelling and making hissing noises, its display did absolutely nothing to ward off the creature. But it seemed disinclined to charge, which was... new.
Slowly, confused by the gentleness it was faced with - the man, the creature, the warmth of the room - the Korbin-raven deflated. When large hands came with cotton and bandages, it only shuffled away a few steps before becoming still once more. There was a pause, hesitation. Then the injured wing extended, inky feathers silken and soft as they settled on one of the hunter's hands.
It was amazing, what asking permission before doing something would get you.
Slowly, confused by the gentleness it was faced with - the man, the creature, the warmth of the room - the Korbin-raven deflated. When large hands came with cotton and bandages, it only shuffled away a few steps before becoming still once more. There was a pause, hesitation. Then the injured wing extended, inky feathers silken and soft as they settled on one of the hunter's hands.
It was amazing, what asking permission before doing something would get you.
Young and alone on a long road,
Once I lost my way
Once I lost my way
