Wren sighs. This was too many people. She didn't miss being surrounded by misfits who just happened to be together [i]with[/i] a cause, so she had no reason to be particularly fond of being surrounded by a bunch of idiots with no goal (Mal didn't count of course; he wasn't an idiot. He was just...more focused on his purpose. Which is totally acceptable. But these people couldn't survive in the wild on their own. She was sure if she had to be around them too long, she'd end up being the one to teach them to hunt. No fun in that. 

"I'm Wren. Don't say I didn't at least attempt to be civil," she snarled, before jumping in the air, entering her raven form, perching on Mal's head, and reverting to human form to sit on his shoulders with her arms hugging his forehead. "And Mal, some people give their kids silly names, like the seasons. It's a thing that happens. Remember what I said about that man named...what was it? Forrest? Oh. Glen, too."