He was pacing part of the roof, feathers still ruffled, and angry with himself that he'd followed at all with that bit of distance between them again. Hopping a little even, because he should have left before the house had even appeared- Hell, he should have just caught Reaper and left him somewhere to get out of the fabric on his own. Tucked away somewhere that he'd just be pissed off about the entire thing.

Beak clicking and all.

Leave. Just leave—



Took flight again, off the roof and circling low near windows, but rather than landing near or even on the perch he swooped in through the door, catching on to the back of a chair and perching there. Feathers still ruffled up with a low hissing huff of air.