Huh. That's interesting. There's something odd about him, definitely, but not quite in a way she's seen before, and he seems a bit unnerved by her, which is not typical. Crows generally go ignored, after all. She looks at him intently in the way of birds -- with one eye -- and flaps after him. It's a lazy sort of hop from one fencepost to one a few over, a casual pursuit.

She does, a little bit, miss the ability to be understood in other shapes -- she's been spoiled -- but Ylva makes a reassuring crow noise in his direction. It's a gentle sort of gravelly cackle, deep in her throat, almost a laugh.