Putting the ring on his finger, Faxul walked to the pew where the Raven was waiting.
With a gesture, it hopped onto his finger.
Having seen the process in the recording, Faxul scratched the Raven's head, nudging it towards the point on his finger where the ring was there.
The degree of connection that he had with this beast was once again shown at this point. After reaching the ring, even though it felt the pain of having its blood absorbed, the Raven didn't even flinch and looked straight into Faxul's eyes.
The smile that came on his face unwittingly after seeing this froze, as a flood of thoughts suddenly assaulted his head.
Friend.
Trust.
Hungry.
Drowsy.
Meat.
Old brothers.
Talon needs sharpening.
Although the thoughts were simple, the feeling of having foreign thoughts invade his made him lose his senses for a moment.
