The bird fluttered away from his shoulder with a startled caw as he raved. It listened to him with a growing sense of dread. “No…” It said in a soft whisper across its unsuited mouth.
Suddenly it was in flight again beating against Creed’s arm in a helpless flail “NO NO NO!! THAT IS SUICIDE! YOU MUSTN’T LOOK AT HER!” It screamed frantically.
Finally it latched onto Creed again, its entire body trembling. “This is a game you aren’t meant to play! Master, PLEASE! Let us go and sate your hunt….if your prey returns by Hela’s blessing, then by your hand they may meet an end again! Please...please…” The words were almost a prayer from the avian’s mouth as it tucked its head to nuzzle against Creed now, hoping to communicate not only its fear but also its desperation. “If you go to Hela...we will never escape. You will never see the little pink one again...nor Loki...please master….May we go home?