If only the crow was frightened. Then Lambert could tell himself everything is normal. He sighs, leaning his head back against the glass and closing his eyes as he listens to the woman on the other end rattle off a list of dos and don'ts that makes Lambert's ears ring.

"Of course I'm not interested in keeping it, why do you think I'm calling?" His arm aches where the talons dug into him and he reaches up absently to touch at a lightly scabbed set of scratches. "I'm just trying to find out where to drop it off near the university."