That made sense. Briar gave a hum of understanding at his response as she wrapped up his flowers so they wouldn't' get damaged along the way. When it came to running through an open field or the woods her coyote form was faster, cities and back alleys her human shape was better and of course, the Raven has undeniable perks.
Not always the best for carrying things through, or at least landing with them undamaged. There was definitely a technique to it that depended on her focus and mood so you know. A little touch and go.
"You know, I was actually thinking you might make a good ladder." The appraising look she levelled at him should definitely have let him know trouble was on the way.
They made good time on the way to the Belmont estate, the tension between them from her earlier ire slowly seeping into the trees. It wasn't a thing she forgot, but it was something she could go quiet about for the duration of the job. Briar found herself inwardly cursing her height, not for the first and surely not the last time in her life, when they stood at the front door. There were two windows looking out this side, and she hadn't the time or patience to do proper background to know who was in them.
The bundle of flowers was placed carefully in his hands before she held a finger to her lips and gestured up to the windows. Two steps back and she reached into herself and pulled, felt feathers emerge and her height drastically change and shook her much smaller body. Some people still felt out of place or alien in their other forms for some time after discovering them, but not Briar. An ornery bird known for hoarding shiny things, remembering grudges and a bad omen felt like a second skin to her.