Larger than the crows she may be, but Lenore was severely outnumbered. At least, until Lanaya appeared at the base of the tree where the raven had perched with the youngling in an effort to avoid the diving murder.
The witch frowned up at the bullying birds. "Off with the lot of you," she shouted, throwing her hands up in a shooing motion.
Lenore squawked and fluttered down to her shoulder. Clucking, she looked up at the juvenile crow.
"Yes, I saw." Lanaya nodded and reached a hand up to the young bird. "It's alright, little one, I won't hurt you," she said with a smile. Though she spoke aloud, her beastspeak always seemed to translate for avian creatures.