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It took a bit for the boy to remember of what a small book of names had, as he looked hor the meaning of his own and of his siblings. Then, a click sounded inside his mind as he remembered of a promising one... Keen! It meant "Wise poet" in some old human language he couldn't remember. It was also much more interesting than "Lucky". That would be it. Doesn't mind what the woman would think; for him, the owl was Keen.
Then, he was brought back to Earth as the woman said of what he had to do. "Dang it..!" He thought, enraged. He almost imploded with the anger. Those would be so much easier if he could shift... His permanent paws shook with the rage as he tried to rip the strp into a smaller but longer one carefully, though he just wanted to destroy it, to release that anger. But he managed to control it and choose a good-looking stick -as she requested- and set the material.
He watched the woman held out the tip of the bird's wing and strecht it. Soon, the bird relucted, fighting with the strenght pulling his wing out. The Aston boy flinched, imagining the pain it would be causing him. A whimper built in his throath, but it was so choky and repressed that Asha wouldn't have noticed. He couldn't believe he was suffering from the avian's pain. It should be contrary: he'd be laughing at his pain. "WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME?!?" He thought, now really annoyed with that. What now? He'd get soften up by a stupid nestling?! No way! He frowned, but got ready to end with that as soon as she strech the bird's wing again, trying to focus only on that. He would not let himself feel like that again. It was just riculous!