Some kind of fox demon thing that cast so many layers of glamour on herself she's forgotten what her true form actually is or if it even existed in the first place.
So no, not actually a pile of birds.
One for sorrow, two for joy, three fifty-seven for a mocha with soy.
Pronouns depend of number corvids present. There's a tail under all the glamour. Maybe.
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