"Demigod. Or a magician, or one of the Norse?" He can't help looking a little more hopeful, even though she doesn't seem to know anything about the situation. "And yes, this is Huginn. Muninn is helping with the patrolling, which is what this guy ought to be doing, not spreading panic."

Huginn croaks and flaps over to Anna in response, landing on her shoulder- the grip of his claws is very gentle, just enough to stabilize him- to investigate her hair.