They eyed each other like two feral raccoons meeting at the same tipped-over trash can, both unsure of the others intention and surprised to make contact with another living being. Thorn's dive already had her heart racing, and the surprise of company only spiked it to quicker rhythms.... but, normally, things weren't so mellow. Someone was usually spicy upon the meeting itself! To be fair, there was still time for her mouth to ruin today for someone else, but it was a horribly awkward moment. Thorn shuffled his wings on her back and picked at one of the feathers she'd tucked into her scruff as if preening her, apparently unbothered now that he was safely alongside his companion.
Mostly because the Deadwood didn't really know what to do, watching with a guarded, wary expression as he approached.
She was taller, she was sturdier, and while she thought she was prettier too, he was a striking sight too; half one color, half another, almost exactly! It was the strangest, perhaps most interesting looking coat she'd ever seen in her life, and her bloodline had plenty of color.

Hello, came the simple, easy greeting. She would've liked to say he made it seem so easy, talking to others, but the boy did in fact look as if he'd swallowed a pinecone. There was satisfaction in realizing as much, because, well, she didn't recall a time she hadn't prepared a barbed wall for others to greet. Here she stood, bare, unsure, but comforted by the fact that she wasn't the only awkward fuck in the world.

Hey, she threw back oh-so-casually... also sounding as if one of Thorn's feathers were lodged down her throat, croaking a greeting like a raven herself. She balked, wincing just a little, but didn't say anything else. What was she supposed to say?