after years, movement. // open, joining!

August had felt a little bit stupid when he'd called out. Perhaps nobody was there? It was very cold, after all. And rather empty looking. When the raven approached him, he perked up, glad to see there was, indeed, another animal here. He was a little bit confused as to why it hadn't flown; the last time he'd met a bird of any kind who was interested in him, they had taken great joy in flying around him and resting upon his antlers.

He shrugged to himself and lowered his head closer to the bird. A piece of velvet hung from his antlers close to her face, and he tilted his head back at her. It took him a long moment before he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hello. Do you live out here?" He seemed to be unaware of the fact that she wished he'd explain himself, which.. Made sense. Seeing as he had no idea that he looked as he did. The only thing he knew looked pretty bad was the bloody mess atop his antlers, but that happened seasonally and so he was so used to it, he figured others would be too.
"Maybe you can take me somewhere a little bit warmer? I can't seem to feel very much of my body."


"SPEECH"