The shouting caught his attention and then there was splashing. Not a moment later Oz felt himself swept up into a hug. He let out a few squeaks before settling as best he could because this was Raven and he felt nothing but relief that at least one of his sisters was there and that she was living. Whether or not she was in good health was up for debate, but Oz hardly cared since she was a were and she would heal fast. The only sibling they had to really worry about was Otter. Oh the irony. His back was aching again so Oz was pleased when he was let go. He made another chitter before turning to lick at his back. He needed to shift back, it would help the wound close, but the lack of clothes...
Oz let out a continuous chitter and reached out one paw to bat at Raven's pants then at himself. She should figure out the rest of that; there was no shifting unless he had some sort of pants or whatnot to cover himself up. Oz was not modest but... he needed to focus on something other than the dead bodies in the river and the sounds of people screaming in pain. He wanted to know if Raven was okay and for that question he needed to have a mouth that would work.