" Good. " She put her hand to her forehead as her migraine started acting up again from yelling so much.

Dog-Henry sat there, staring into space, wagging his tail absently.
He would have bruises and cuts at the end of each day. His box became a safe refuge. As well as the items he found in the dumpster and ruins.

" I need to ask you something personal. " She said looking up. " Is that okay? "

"Oh? Yeah sure." Dog-Henry said.

Vixen looked at the edge of the rose bushes.

" Do you consider your peculiarity a gift? Or burden? " She asked a bit quieter then usual.

Dog-Henry looked down. "A curse." He muttered shifting into a sparrow subconsciously.

" I don't think yours is a curse. I think mine is... All I've ever done is screw things up. It never helps, or does anyone any good, all I've ever done is tear things, and people apart. " She choked on the last word a little.

The little sparrow looked up at Vixen.

" Yours.... yours is different. It can bring an amount of happiness and smiles mine could never bring. Ive done.. horrible things.... without meaning to. I cant always control it, and im always living in fear that ill end up harming those I care about. I mean, your can have certain burdens, but, i dont believe its a curse... " At this point tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Bird-Henry hopped up onto her lap, "Hey. " He chirruped, "Look at me. Look at me. " Henry said motioning with his wings. "You don't have to live in fear. Not anymore. This is the home for people like us, even if we've done... regrettable things... that doesn't define who we are. You can control it, I believe you can. All you have to do is try." He tweeted.