Not being able to fly was a death sentence for a bird, and it might well have been if Nate Ronan had not shown up with his loud crow friend to save it. Aivar wondered if he'd be successful in this endeavor, or if it was a waste of time, and a waste of a snack.

Aivar made a quiet hum of agreement.

The raven continued watching the two wolves with suspicious, narrowed eyes, but his feathers smoothed. He seemed more convinced that these wolves were not here to eat him if the crow's friend did not want to take a bite when offered.

I believe you, the raven quorked at Ko-ga, and if the wolf ate him, well… he was as good as dead on the ground anyways.