Kildeer Rest I just wanna dive in with you.

Silently, she follows his lead. Somewhere in her secret heart the sylph is proud of the fact that her bad leg doesn't drag - not even once. When Kavik rears up against the rock to push it, Liri presses her shoulder against it as well to lend whatever strength she has. 

They don't have to wait for long. Two weasels scurry from the burrows, chittering angrily. They are brown, or mostly so, in their summer coats; as Liri suspected, one smells of mother's milk and young things - of new life. The pair of angry weasels seem to make her their target, perhaps because she makes for a smaller one.

Liri nearly loses her focus as Kavik practically smashes one of the weasels under a heavy dark paw. Liri thinks it must be something like the world going black; as if the weasel blinked and was just gone. Liri's again grateful that her partner is large and capable. Simultaneously, she thinks that they might be the worst way to die. 

The remaining weasel reaches Liri in time; as it launches itself at her chest with an angry squeal, the northron snatches it in her jaws and crushes it's skull with a clamp of her jaw. It looks rather as if she has taken it into a deadly hug until she lowers it to the ground. 

The healer licks blood from her jaws, watching Kavik with silent appreciation. She's rarely hunted with anyone; the fae's never had someone she could count on like she could with Kavik.