Ozpin had his fair share of secrets... well not fair more like the lion’s share. As one of his trusted few, that meant naturally Qrow kept those secrets as well. The same secrets that drove his sister away a long time ago, but Qrow tried not to think of that now. He tried to watch the streets instead from the rooftop he was perched on. It was what he was good at.
That was when he witnessed the impossible. A woman in the middle of the street late at night, turning into a raven. Magic. He was forced to think of his sister again. Hugin and Munin fly each day over the spacious earth. I fear for Hugin, that he come not back, yet more anxious am I for Munin. Qrow jumped down immediately from where he had been perched and started to run. His first instinct in all of these situations, trust Ozpin. He needed to report back to Ozpin. He was so focused he did not until the last moment, see the woman land and transform back in front of him. Cut off, he dragged his heels to skid to a stop. Shit. He needed to be smooth about this.