Kaz had to admit, with all his crows gone and on their own missions, He felt alone. Useless in some ways

Of course, That was before they came back, the one crow that always managed to slip out of his grasps. They were here for good, to stay.

Though never did Kaz expect this, and on a rather terrible weathered day, His crow, shivering from slight fear. Their eyes glued to nothing, completely zoned out from the storm. Kaz could see the hints of child fear and aloofness.

Kaz couldn’t leave his favorite crow like this, no doubt regressed and afraid.