“Uh-huuh,” Aivar drawled. Clearly this Nate Ronan thought he was a real funny guy. No crow he'd ever met was a vicious killer. What was it gonna do? Peck him? Shit on him? Maybe.

Aivar rolled his eyes as this stranger told him how to not scare the bird. “I think I know how to be quiet,” he scoffed. But ravens were smart. He wasn't so sure a raven would think a stalking wolf looked like it wasn’t trying to eat it. But what did he know? He wasn't a bird healer.

“A what?” Aivar cocked his head, and a brow, in confusion. “Ravens don't quack,” he said quietly as he followed Nate Ronan. Well, he supposed they could if they wanted to imitate a duck, but the joke this man was trying to make sure didn't make any sense.