Blackfoot Forest "My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day,

Continuing to scrabble with the dumb creature, Aaron knocked it sideways once again after it got a good grasp on his shoulder. He snarled at it, but this time it did not return. Standing tall, he let out a huff, looking to Liri, who had the other beast dangling limply in her jaws. He smiled to her, tail wagging. "This is good!" he praised her, moving forward to sniff at the thing curiously before he raised his head again. "It appears neither of us leave untouched," he added with a hint of amusement, moving to sniff then at the smalls scratches. Looking to her for a moment as if to request permission, he gave the ones along her shoulder a few gentle licks, the metal taste of blood entering his mouth as he cleaned the wounds.

"You will be fine, I am sad to say we are without a healer, but I will find one soon," he assured her, smiling weakly.