Ayita clacked her beak softly, her feathers rustling at the teacher. It was more than most got from her. Bobbing her head slightly in her own chuckleing way she watched Shawn awaken and sort out his condition. Foolish boy, you must always be aware else nature would consume you. Her laws rose to the fore front of her mind. Nevermind they were far from the forests and wilds of the North. She wanted nothing more than to join them. To swoop in and cackle as she scattered them like any crow in a good joust. But the instict of the beastial and avian forms she wore were strong. Their instincts guided her limbs, while her knowledge allowed her to rise above that instinctual base, to know what was her and what was the form. It was why she studied the species so carefully before shifting. Every muscle had been perfected over years of evolution. Every bone, every sense, and every thought. Survival of the fittest was key.

She had hunted and reaped the rewards of several forms, but she still remembered her mother's screams when the mutation over came her. The fear of the large human, the need for the sky. It was a lucky thing, Ayita thought, that it had been summer and a window had been opened. Else thing would have gone very badly. As it was her mother had bruises from Ayita's wings for a few days after that, and it had been days before the girl had been able to return to her own form. Flying herself to near exaustion in a panick. Splitting herself from the raven had been difficult but she had managed it. Terrifying her mother when she returned in covered in loose feathers. Yeah, she didn't stay in the house a minute before her mother started yelling. Leaving again she had been so very pleased. Feeling the song of the sky., later to feel the song of earth and a longing to feel the sea. There was a beauty to shifting, such as she never could explain with words. 

So she had learned, quickly. For hunger and cold were ruthless teachers. Flipping her wings she hopped to another rafter with a few beats to make sure she wouldn't fall short. Preening a few feathera back in place she couldn't help a cackle. "Fool. Fool. Fool." Ravens were clever bird able to mimick human tongue. Though who she called fool was up in the air, literally, for any one to guess at. Most likely she would make several people jump with that little bit of mimickery, but perhaps not.

Who could say with mutants?