He shifts and she has to balance, her talons gripping his fingers with a strength far beyond what one might imagine for such a small creature. Luckily she doesn't pierce his flesh, but it's a close thing.

Once he's settled, she sniffs again, this time preening her pin feathers on one wing back into the proper configuration.

She thinks she can crook her finger and the men will trail along behind her.

Olga does not approve.