He snorts. "I feel that. Sometimes the bad thing will happen no matter what you do so you might as well go spring it first."

"You were the tree deer, huh?" Julien knows he was the tree deer, the one that had smelled like deer and crow at the same time. His bird self has a rather more acute sense of smell than his human self, though it's not a patch on a daspletosaurus nose. "I was a smaller version of our menagerie's dinosaur. That's way more normal than being that one angel, and yet. It was just so close to being a bird, so somehow it feels weirder."