His hands lifted to tuck the mop of dark brown hair behind his ears as he padded out from his changing spot beside the side of the house. The clothes hung from his form, obviously bought for someone taller and slightly broader, but they were well worn in and soft – much nicer feeling than the new ones that had been bought on his account.
He bypassed the Raven at first and hopped back up onto the porch, to find the bottle of water he had stashed just under the swing. It’s sipped from, before the contents are guzzled greedily. Empty, he sets it back down where it was, moving then to hop down from the porch and sit on its end.
Blue eyes, the same the wolf had had, study the raven-turned-man curiously, before quietly he spoke up.