The Soldier hadn't gotten far when it hears the door, Crowley coming out of the cabin. It looks over its shoulder, checking on him, because-- well, it's not the Soldier's job anymore, but it's still what it wants to do.

The expression on Crowley's face has it spinning around and trotting back towards him, stopping only when Crowley suddenly sprouts wings.

(What the fuck. That is so fucking neat.)

Short and sharp, to catch his attention before he takes off, the Soldier says, "Crowley!"