Raven had been flying around Central Park, having spent the earlier part of the day reassuring the other birds around that he would not be messing with their food sources or anything like that - he simply wanted to stretch his wings, listen to some conversations, swipe some shiny objects, and just generally relax. They seemed fine with it, but he had wanted to be sure there would be no issues.
Sitting up in a tree, Raven watched with interest as Muginn wandered into a small copse of trees. Intrigued, hoping she was going to shift forms and spread her wings, he hopped along near enough for her to feel if she were paying attention, but not enough to be easily visible. He paused when she stopped and leaned against a tree, quickly growing bored.
He didn't understand why Muggles, as he had decided she should be called, wasn't changing forms. How odd! Maybe she was waiting for Huggles, who he had sort-of met earlier in the day. He figured he'd wait and see, but decided to drop down a few branches where he could stare at her until she (hopefully) noticed.