The ravens pick a little at Abby too until she snaps back, over-eager, unused to her strength; it peels away screaming, unhurt. Pissed though, untrusting. Clearly she's new here. She can tell they're eyeing her up from the sky where she can't get them, so she watches Jude dance around instead, twisting his body in the air when he jumps. He can get so high off the ground, it's like he's leaping for the sun.

She can't imagine living like this. Being so free, and able to go where you like. The emotions that come with this are complex, a strange sort of envy that prickles through her, hackles rising. She doesn't like it.

A raven caws. Abby's ears flick back when she huffs in response, and takes herself off, back the way they came, at a low trot. Jude will catch her up if he likes.