He flies in his crow form, the black bird's feathers reflect hughes of blue and purple in the sun's blaze. He soars unbeknown to the equines below, easy to eavesdrop if he chooses.
But he doesn't, they never seem to say anything exciting anyway. So instead he looks for a tree to settle into. Being able to shift into the small bird form allows him isolation if he desires it, it allows him to live in secrecy when he so chooses.
He picks a large tree, one that is full and offers protection from the heat. He settles into a branch and quickly falls content with the shade provided on the inside of the tree, something equines aren't so lucky with.
Although his crow eye quickly catches something bright and when his eyes focus on it, it is a chameleon? He tilts his head, quiet an odd creature to be living here, especially one of this vibrant color. Of course a chameleon can change colors but why pink? a shifter? he thinks to himself.
The bird skips branches until he shares one with the chameleon, again he tilts his head, his gaze focusing on it. Are you a shifter? he finally asks, should it really be a chameleon he would just not receive a response.
[corban]
@[Davina]
