"I need some air" she thought, letting out a sigh. She grabbed her dog leash and took her favorite canine companion for a much needed walk. Setting up her headphones and music while simultaneously shifting her weight and reigning in her spastic pup, proved to be quite the challenge. Luckily, she accomplished her small mission and was approaching her own personal refuge; the park. No matter what was happening, she could always rely on the soft sway of the ash trees, and the ever busy frolicking of the local wildlife to give her a sense of constancy and life. Wiler nearly jumped as she watched two antsy squirrels weave between her legs then chase each other from tree to tree. "Twitter Pated" she muttered to herself. That single "Bambi" reference always seemed to be relevant these days, especially with the approaching spring. While calmly listening to the crunching of the wooded forest floor, she heard a strange but somewhat familiar cry; the caw of a crow.
~Damon~
He watched steadily as the young teen walked with her dog, oblivious to her surroundings, and the danger she was practically skipping into. He couldn't help but notice how she would get this serious face, as if focusing on something, and then completely shift her features and smile at the sky, as if she was trying to decide what she was really doing. Of course, it didn't really matter to him; she was just another happy meal, but still. There was something off about her; he could sense it. In his own bitter amusement of his keen attention to this human, he let off a quiet huff. Unfortunately, this huff, in crow form, sounded off as a 'caw. She was now staring directly at him; well at his form. She seemed to be intent on making direct eye contact with him. Then, as if remembering something she looked away and mumbled to herself. He took a quick glance around the woods to check for any potential witnesses, once he was in the clear, he swooped down closer. He was about to make his presence known when her movements stopped him. She had turned, raised the volume on her music, and was now bouncing around as if trying to perform a show for herself, her eyes shifting to her retriever as if daring him to join in. Though the dog seemed less than amused, she smiled to herself and continued to play out her air guitar solo, her face mimicking every intense expression you would find on the face of a steel guitarist. Then, as quickly as she started, her movements froze, and her body pivoted to the direction of where a large bird was perched on a low tree branch. She looked at the bird directly in the eye, and quirked her brow, as if questioning the birds next move. Damon held her gaze, momentarily wondering if she knew his true identity, then silently berated himself on how stupid that sounded. Of course she didn't know. He expelled that ludicrous thought from his mind. The young brunette slowly turned around and started walking again. He flew in closer. He heard a soft mumbling of words tumble from her lips, sending a chill up his spine. "You must think yourself pretty stealthy; choosing the form of crow. They are often quite intelligent, nigh perfect memory, but have a tendency to fidget and give into curiosity. This choice of disguise must be perfect for you, especially around this time of night. Clever, very clever."With that, she turned and made her way home, leaving Damon stunned…And intrigued.