Animus' car isn't much -- a beat-up Accord that looks as if it might have faired better under a more attentive owner. Still, he'd been so delighted that Ahriman and Vaeltia ( Key ) wanted to share this experience that he'd insisted on driving them.
Parking at the edge of the woods somewhere north of the city, he climbs out of the car, in lighter spirits than either of the others had seen him in weeks. Eyes drift shut as he lets himself drift in the flowing patterns of life around him. Sometimes sight just got in the way of true beauty. "We'll do some walking first. That way we won't have to worry about potential observers."
Granted, this road wasn't exactly a major thoroughfare, but why take chances? Besides, it would give them more of a chance to converse, since he doubted he'd have much luck in teaching either of his companions the language of birds.