Crow ducked and darted under Ash’s arm. He was right in front of Alana. “You’re dying.” He blurted out. His eyes widened a few moments later as he realized how blunt that sounded. He scratched his head and finally looked away from Alana.
Ash whirled and grabbed crow by the arm, tugging him away, "repeat what you just said." Ash hissed.
Alana turned pale, her eyes filled with dread
Crow’s eyes seemed to widen even more as Ash grabbed him. Without a word, he transformed, barely thinking as he struggled to free his wing from Ash’s grip.
Ash loosened his grip, shocked.
"what did he say?" Ash asked, concerned.
Crow slipped out of Ash’s grip and started to flap away. In his panicked attempt to free himself, he had broken several of the feathers on his wing. When a voice entered his head, he cawed in alarm, too spooked to think clearly. Gotta get away! Hope they can’t catch me.. Bad broken wing feathers! He thought, not answering her, but unconsciously projecting his thoughts at her.
Alana frowned. You broke your wing? she thought, confused. We're not going to hurt you, I promise. This is the little girl speaking, by the way. The one you said would die.
