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Screech. His name was Screech.

She remained quiet as her soft eyes lingered on his marred features. Exhaustion weighed on him clearly, and not surprisingly. He'd been through a lot, it seemed, and she was sure that the last thing he needed was her pestering him. This was not the end of her questioning, however, for she would save her enquiries for when he was feeling better.

"Well," she chirped, and canted a tall ear, "you must be famished. I'll fetch something for you." Durnehviir ducked her head and backed out of the boy's hollow, not waiting for a response before she turned away and made for the nearest cache. From the frozen earth she plucked the carcass of a small hare, and promptly delivered it before departing to allow him privacy to feed.