Taken slightly aback by her question, considering everything else he had spoken of, Raven blinked at Muginn and nodded slowly. He had forgotten how direct the Norse could be sometimes, and inwardly chuckled.
Stretching his right wing, he pointed towards a tree slightly behind her before he started to speak. "I do have another shape, however before I shift to it I need you to retrieve something for me." If a raven could blush under all those black feathers he would be bright red. In fact, he was amazed he hadn't set himself ablaze. "My clothes are in the satchel hanging from that tree. I ah, don't have enough power to shift with my clothes."