The valravn's unnatural stare bored into the mens' retreating backs until they were out of sight. Only then did his feathers settle down a little, and the glow in his gaze fade to a dim haze. He emitted a sort of growling huff. "Those assholes should have been thanking you. If that jackass had managed to grab me, no way I would have been able to stop myself from going attack mode out of pure reflex." His massive wolf-raven form was lethal- though in the interest of discretion, he only assumed it well outside of carnival grounds where there were less prying eyes. Even the vast majority of the carnies had never seen it. "And less of the 'Big Bird', douchecanoe." Soren added as a retort, though his tone lacked the deadly anger that he reserved for marks that annoyed him. He liked Riley, and expressed this with a friendly nudge of his feathered head to the side of the puck's.