Hoshor Plains Feather's Fall Not Fly

"On the hunt a bison rammed me in the shoulder. The healers patched me up and gave me something for the pain but it's wearing off and I think the rush of the hunt is starting to leave me." She gratefully accepted the help back down, shaking her head, she did not mind sharing, though perhaps her friend would feel less confident with Heph as a hunting partner hearing the news. Still she wished to share what had happened, and was curious why Raventhrope had not sent more.

She was shocked, “oh my, I’m glad you’re patched up,” she continued, “leaving you? How so?” She knew Heph was a strong woman, however she wondered for her hunting skills and how long she would be down. Perhaps, if need be she could accompany her back to the Moonpack’s plateau. 

“I’m sure you’ll be back on your feet in time, hopefully not too much time.” She didn’t see her as someone who liked to stay down for long, much like herself.

Happy to help her back down, she shifted then sat beside her. She wondered about the hunt… If Rusalka was there, then was anyone else? She had no idea. 

“Was Rusalka there? I hardly recall being notified of the hunt….” She pondered this…. Was she really that behind.