It didn't take much longer for Ajani's relief to arrive, a raven hybrid with an inflated sense of importance, often thinking himself a hawk, despite the inky, black feathers on his head and arms revealing otherwise. Ajani scowled, not wanting to deal with the other man today, not on top of his encounter with the lizard. He sighed and kept his head down, heading away from the other before he could say much to Ajani.

"Goodbye pigeon," the other said, his tone sneering, as he watched Ajani walk away, a slight huff in his voice, as if it offended him that they even let Ajani be a guard. Ajani didn't respond, long used to ignoring the jabs, and kept walking toward home.

Perhaps he had lied to the lizard, which really with the enemy that was to be expected, sure all jobs were open most or all type of birds, and jobs weren't determined by hybrid type, but non-predatory birds like Ajani were still looked down on, and tropicals in many ways more so. So many though they should just look pretty and not be allowed any of the more serious jobs. He had no interesting in being just a thing to be seen though, so he trained hard to become a warrior, proving time and again that he belonged there, no matter the words of his fellows. He didn't care what they thought anyway, not really.