Reaper tipped his head down to watch Jack's ability in action, and that was quite interesting. Copy-cat, was it? That was a dead useful ability in a world where mythical story characters bound themselves to people, which would give such an ability a wide range things to copy.

"Neat trick. How long does that last?"

He rose higher in the air, giving Jack more room to maneuver given he had turned into the larger owl out of the two of them. They were silent as they traveled, which seemed to confuse the house that was crashing through the bush. It clearly thought that silently flying owls were actually lost quarries.

Perfect. He closed the distance, but instead of landing, he circled, his wing tips touching Jack's. The house below came to a slow stop and then began to dig at the dirt in order to settle in as if safe.