What funny little things. Human forms twisted into new shapes with wings and feathers. Yet despite their new shapes it seemed at least some of their original essence still remained. But how much? They wondered. Wouldn’t it be fun to find out?
The handiwork of a mage, no doubt about that. One who likely would not be pleased to find their birds now being terrorised by Wolf chasing them across their front lawn.
Not that the Kindred much cared. Wolf, for now, finding entertainment in chasing around the flock of murkrow, seemingly focused on chasing the human-turned-birds in particular, snapping his teeth at them as if to purposely drive them into a panic. While Lamb, for her part, simply stood by and watched from upon the front porch, a soft hum escaping her as she watched her companion play.
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