Her eyes gleamed as Ayita stood slowly. Moving to pick up her discarded bag. Her eyes glanced away at Booker's question. She didn't want to answer. Didn't want to admit the tiger had such a hold on her. Still, she felt the need to take to the wing. Grimacing, she gave a growl far more like tiger than most would be comfortable with. Shifting nervously, she began to pace. "The tiger got a hold of me. Followed his scent, tried to warn him." Her voice was something few had heard. Quiet, clipped with a grumbling undertone. The delivery of her sentence was quick, trying to rush through the embarrassment that she caused herself. Brushing strands of fur from her clothing, she eyed the barrier. Looking for some escape as like as not.

Ayita felt the need for wings, for open sky. It was so very stressful right now. Better to be far away into the open air, into the wind and sky. Where you could collect the shiny objects that caught your fancy and dive with the flock on unsuspecting victims for your jests. Shaking off the wind and sky song. She glowered at Christopher. "I am hardly some mere beast and I do not have fleas." That was not so much a simple growl as a offended woman mixed with a growl. A very dangerous combination. Casting a lone dark eye at them she sighed. It was a defeated sound. "I hate humans. All the same." Ayita muttered softly as she felt the raven form take over. She didn't wish to talk. Gripping the bag, in sharp talons she hopped a few feet to jump onto a table with a flap. This form was much more comforting. Ayita preened her feathers into shape with a quick run of her beak. She was indeed a beautiful raven, or so she thought. Giving an annoyed squawk, she fixed the two with a much more lofty glare. Mostly for trapping her with barriers she didn't approve of.

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