But it did hop off its branch and flutter down into the snow next to them, and that was mighty odd for a bird.
Cecil crouched low in the snow, curious. Their brain told them it ought to be cold, but at worst they felt a little wet, felt a little bit of a bite in the air. Their human body would've shivered, but this coyote-wolf form didn't seem to mind it none.
"You're a bold one, huh?" they said. Crows were smart creatures, even among animals, but if they had a hand they wouldn't have reached out to touch and here they didn't either- kept calm, let it come to them if that was what it wanted. "I've seen crows, but none of 'em would get so close to a human." They cocked their head, grinned. "None as pretty as you, either."
'Course, they weren't a human, now...however long that lasted. Cecil clicked their tongue and looked down at the fluffy brown paws replacing their fingers. Right- the scavenger birds followed hunters to their prey. Made sense. What luck it was for this crow to stumble onto what must've been the only damn wolf in this forest who didn't know their tail from their nose.
"Afraid I'm not much for huntin', if that's what you're hopin' for," they said, turning their eyes back to the bird. "Not with this body. Might be better off findin' someone else."