Heron Lake Plateau [M] the red and the black

As soon as she turned and he saw her face, he felt many of his emotions abate. There was a sense of freedom here, of safety, as if she exuded an aura which made the vicinity a safe space. Screech came up beside her and smiled, then poked her cheek with his cold nose - Hey, he sighed as he sat beside her, and then looked up at the stars which watched from on high.

A period of quiet settled between them, but not for long. He could smell Towhee's scent on Raven and his contentedness shifted to something closer to faint guilt. Is she okay? He asked, his voice thick like molasses in his throat. Raven would know what he meant by that - it was easy to assume the resident healer would tend to his sister. The wounds were superficial at best (just like his level of care).