Briar had been hesitant to take flight around Glynn at first, but that couldn't last. Not flying made her itch under her skin in a way that grew by the day and screamed in the back of her mind. These days she flew around Glynn but stayed away from the manors, from Clovennians with sharp and judgemental eyes, especially ones who knew her. It was paranoia that they would recognize her, or that something would happen and force her to be human near them, but she obeyed it all the same.
Tonight she had seen something interesting. A graverobber, and not even a very good one. For a number of reasons of course, but Briar could smell a bad thief like her Coyote could scent fear in a quivering rabbit from a dozen yards away. The dunce was lucky that she was feeling ornery tonight and bold to boot, a symptom of restlessness that had been soaking into her bones as of late.
So the Raven landed on on one of the stone fence posts around the graveyard at the man's back and she managed to transform back into her human form. Briar purposefully looked different than the Bree the townsfolk knew from the Bounty. Her wild curly hair was straightened and she wore a long, thick cotton shirt to ward off the cold and protect her skin, along with long pants and light shoots that made it better for climbing. Not very lady like, but that wasn't her goal tonight.
"You're doing it wrong." It was a casual remark, as if the middle of a conversation instead of the start of one, and she pulled out her lockpicks from where they were tucked under her shirt and started to pick dirt out from under her nails.