Cecil wasn't sure how much of this the crow could even understand, if anything at all. But they liked to think they were talking to something that could listen- they'd made an audience of the sheep a time or two. Gotten a round of laughs when their brothers and sisters came past, but that was all in good spirit, and anyway the sheep were better listeners sometimes.
…And that thought wasn't leading anywhere helpful.
They were damn near relieved when someone started crashing through the trees. For a second. Then much the opposite, with nothing to defend themself with and no means of escape.
A few things happened in swift succession. Cecil shot upright, caught sight of the figure in the trees, realized quick that it was a wolf, and realized the wolf was talking about the crow who was still idling, head cocked and entirely unbothered, only a foot or so away.
And then realized the wolf was speaking English.
Thank God someone else here spoke a tongue Cecil knew. They'd never been so relieved to hear that language in their life.
"Afternoon," Cecil said. "Wouldn't say I found him so much as the opposite. Don't think I'm up to doing much finding."
They straightened up, keeping their movements slow and steady, same way they'd come up on a lost sheep when it strayed too far from the herd. Taking in the stranger - a man not much larger than themself, all whites and bluegreys that put them in mind of the roaning on a wild mustang, sporting a warm smile that looked more human than the way a dog bared teeth. And presuming a wolf wasn't so unlike a dog, they knew what to look for when it came to a signal to back the hell off, and didn't see any of it here.
But, they had to keep reminding themself- they were a wolf or coyote or some such now and the normal laws of nature didn't quite seem to apply. If this was also some sort of man in wolf skin, probably meant he could hide his intentions same as they could.
Still. The crow between them sure seemed unbothered.
"You, uh, from around here?" Cecil asked.