[Incoherent mumbling about a certain little girl can be heard as well as his own stomping. Soon, his crow starts to caw loudly and the wind grows stronger.]

Now where did I put that thing? I know I threw it into the trees... Grr, it's so cold out.
[More cawing]
What is wrong with you, you worthless bird!? Close that beak of yours already, you're ( Read more... )