"13...12..." Henry said tapping his foot. "11...10..." He counted down to 1 then yelped, "Uhm, where ever you are." And wandered about the mansion. Decided he wouldn't use his nose or hearing to find her, he shifted into the sparrow as his legs grew tired and flew about.

Vixen attempted to stifle a sneeze, but did a horrible job of it. The dust in there was started to float around in the air.

Henry tweeted sharply, his bird instinct took over and he flew rapidly about the kitchen smacking into cupboards looking for a way away from the loud noise.

Vixen heard the racket and peeked from her hiding spot. She tried to get out of the cabinet, but had some trouble. She stood up quickly and saw Henry flying around. She swiftly grabbed him and tried to calm him down.

" What's wrong? Are you okay? " She asked alarmed by his state.

Bird-Henry squirmed, twittering, and generally acting like the wild bird itself.

" Henry? " Vixen started to wonder if it wasn't Henry. No it was him alright, she'd recognize him anywhere. She pet his head softly, trying to soothe him.

The bird calmed down but was still weary. Henry hadn't mentioned losing control of his forms before.

Vixen brought Henry to the couch in the living room and sat down with him, still petting his head softly. It was almost as if Henry wasn't there, just a wild bird.

The bird stopped twittering and twitching, it sat on her hand perfectly calm and looked almost like it was meditating in a bird-like way.

Vixen wondered what on Earth was going on, and stopped petting him. She didn't really have any clue of what to do. She just waited.