It was, admittedly, a little strange to be in his animal form around another human who wasn't Rory, but his raven form felt somehow less... secretive. Less intimate. It wasn't as tied in to his sense of self and personal history. In some ways, it was a new beginning, and sharing time with Rexanna in it was, well, fun and a little carefree. As a human he usually tried to keep his poise and dignity about him unless he was deliberately enacting a comedic performance to cheer someone up. As a fox he was less concerned about his dignity, but rarely let his guard down around anyone but his hunter friend. As a raven, though... well, what was the harm in being a little silly?
He was, at least, used to using his teeth and mouth to carry things in foxform, so losing his thumbs to this bird shape was nothing new. His beak was a tool all its own, with potential he was only starting to explore. His clever talons might have been good for scratching in the dirt, but they weren't made for digging, so his beak was the logical choice for helping to dig a hole. It might also, he realized, make a good way to go after voles or chipmunks, stabbing down into a shallow run in a way his foxy muzzled couldn't manage. Spear-fishing for squeaky snacks? Why not!
He looked up at the sound of Rexanna's voice, wistfully wondering how she managed to stay so clean while playing in the dirt. He was going to have to find a puddle to wash off in after this; it was usually easier to clean himself up in his animal forms than his human one, with the lack of public bathing options. Watching her drop the seeds in the hole, he hopped excitedly, distracted from thoughts of cleanliness by curiosity about what the seeds were for. He croaked - gods least fortunate, he wished he had a sweeter song! - as she covered the hole over, then puffed up his feathery mane at the generous compliments.
Water, however, was a task for someone with thumbs. He cocked his head at her, studying her from first one bright blue eye and then the other as he considered what he could do to help before he hopped a pace away and stabbed his beak into the dirt again, twisting his head to make another hole for more of the seeds that remained at her side.
He was, at least, used to using his teeth and mouth to carry things in foxform, so losing his thumbs to this bird shape was nothing new. His beak was a tool all its own, with potential he was only starting to explore. His clever talons might have been good for scratching in the dirt, but they weren't made for digging, so his beak was the logical choice for helping to dig a hole. It might also, he realized, make a good way to go after voles or chipmunks, stabbing down into a shallow run in a way his foxy muzzled couldn't manage. Spear-fishing for squeaky snacks? Why not!
He looked up at the sound of Rexanna's voice, wistfully wondering how she managed to stay so clean while playing in the dirt. He was going to have to find a puddle to wash off in after this; it was usually easier to clean himself up in his animal forms than his human one, with the lack of public bathing options. Watching her drop the seeds in the hole, he hopped excitedly, distracted from thoughts of cleanliness by curiosity about what the seeds were for. He croaked - gods least fortunate, he wished he had a sweeter song! - as she covered the hole over, then puffed up his feathery mane at the generous compliments.
Water, however, was a task for someone with thumbs. He cocked his head at her, studying her from first one bright blue eye and then the other as he considered what he could do to help before he hopped a pace away and stabbed his beak into the dirt again, twisting his head to make another hole for more of the seeds that remained at her side.
