keys are in the truck, truck’s in the harbour + joining

Wendell’s eyes widened as a small birdie landed about a metre away from Wendell’s snout. At least a warning would’ve been nice. On the topic of “nice”, what was with the crow’s greeting? He wasn’t expecting a personality like that in Snowbound, no less from the first Snowbounder he laid his eyes upon.

"My name’s Wendell, madam," he’d say in response to crystalcannon’s somewhat demanding remarks, ”and I’d like to know if I could join this, er, group? ‘S called Snowbound, right?”